Painting by Pamela Sukhum, Poetry by Pavi Mehta
I was so happy last weekend to finally meet with an amazing woman while in California. We have shared so much serendipity, it seems as if the Gods would have us cross paths over and over again. Below is a beautiful poem she wrote and sent me that inspired this painting.
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The poetry of solitude presses against bare skin like stethoscope, earns a living listening for beat of hidden heart in things. All day all night, rivers run through body, whispering important secrets. No such thing as too busy (you are only too lazy or too afraid) to pay attention. But one day on a windy shore you will lean to pick up loneliness. Like conch shell cradle it to ear; hear the wide blue roar within.Thank you for your gifts and generosity, Pavi!