The Eternal Light
5 January 2009
The Eternal Light
In the early morning, I enjoy watching the sun rise slowly over the mountains. It gradually changes the dark scenery outside to gray and then blue. I’ve been a morning person, and most of my days in Chennai start at 0430 in the morning that is when the atmosphere starts filling up with energy and taking this energy I dream and realize a dream on the canvas. This painting I started to paint during my visit to Yercaud, a hill station in Tamilnadu. We were there with my childrens during a perfect rainy season and the morning light behind a pine tree gave the perfect start for the eternal light that fills our life every morning which we never realize.
This reminds me excerpts of poem "Willows" by Darryn John Murphy.
Early morning sunrise cascades cross the meadow.
The sweet smell of the wild flowers.
As they glisten in the morning light.
The breeze moves in silence as the mist begins to rise.
The beauty of natures slender right before my eyes.
Tall storks of grass in the meadow sway gently in the breeze.
All along the valley the rustling of the trees.
Clouds drift by so slowly cross the great divide.
The willow waits in silence upon the grassy plains.
For the first drops of natures nectar.
The coming of the rains.
Are we blind to nature's beauty?
Does the world pass us by?
If we walk through the meadow.
Would we contemplate the simple things in life?
Or are we lost to the gift of nature's beauty
Because of city life
Come let us take some time from our city life and enjoy the gift of nature's beauty even for a cost.
