My Art is no art Without my mind's simplicity. My Art does not want To subscribe to the view That unhappiness Commands the world. When I paint or draw, I keep my mind's thought-garden Completely free of self-doubt-weeds. My Art is the hide-and-seek Between my soul's illumining smiles And my heart's streaming tears. The Artist in me has three Faithful, sleepless And self-giving friends: A newness-eye, a oneness-heart And a fulness-life. The heart of my Art And the heart of a child Are extremely fond of each other. They love each other deeply; They need each other constantly; They are interdependent, sleeplessly. My mind says that anything I do Is too insignificant Because I am wanting In qualification. Needless to say, This includes my Artwork. My heart says that anything I do Is too significant Because the God-Touch Is always there. Needless to say, This includes my Artwork. The moment I start painting, I clearly see my soul-meditation Is blessingfully clasping My heart-aspiration-flames. First things first: The Artist in me, Before embarking on his Artwork, Invariably catches His heart's aspiration-express. True, in my Art I want to see The face of earth's beauty. But I want to see The heart of Heaven's Divinity More, infinitely more. - Sri Chinmoy

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