There is a moment where vision stops short for those who have never embraced truth.
Just as the rotted apple falls, it clings to the nearness of its tree.
Reality overtakes them who reject its color.
That which is plainly evident to the masses is effortlessly within their reach.
But you, beautiful you, find yourself in the oft' unspoken.
All is clear to you, as it is and will be.
Your light of detail welcomes the everlasting
and there you are
as you should be.
Unapologetic to the easy--
standing firm on the foundation the complex.
May the detailed strokes of your gifted brush withstand the common.
May your heart submit neither to the standard nor the unnecessary chastisement of the simple.
Beautiful you, dear beloved-
never shrink to the madness of the small picture.