Light pink rose
The (new) paint
on the (old) ceiling
makes the (homely) place,
a place of life (and love) beyond the mind.
The (ordinary) matrix of the words
crossed by the (white) light of the gods,
splashed by their unseen (sacred) codes
arises as new verses dig (illuminated) roads.
(This white paint reminds me of the light pink rose!)
July, 27th, 2017 – The diary of renovation: Parenthesis