Art #short prose #prose poem

He hunted for reasons upon which he could build his resolutions.

He hunted in the wrong place for art is not the space of reason, nor is a ratio of whole numbers.

Art is the space in which the profane lays so close to the divine that one would rather find room to breathe through the eye of a needle than to separate the two.

And so is love.

@short-prose-fiction(Gabriela M)

image: Β Hare Krishna; Shutterstock; [link]

 

60 thoughts on “Art #short prose #prose poem

  1. Love this: “Art is the space in which the profane lays so close to the divine that one would rather find room to breathe through the eye of a needle than to separate the two.”

     
    1. Thank you so much for your beautiful words and for that minute you gave to me (to my writings to be more precise). May you have the most magical Christmas ever.
      ColdPlay? Are they good?

       
      1. Thanks Eric. I listen to them already. They are really good.
        That helps me understand more about you too πŸ™‚ Kidding orperhaps not πŸ™‚

         
  2. ‘He hunted in the wrong place for art is not the space of reason, nor is a ratio of whole numbers.
    Art is the space in which the profane lays so close to the divine that one would rather find room to breathe through the eye of a needle than to separate the two.’

    Beautiful and honest. Few artists really understand the meaning of art, and you seem among the greatest in all of them.

     
    1. I am really humbled by your words. Thank you from the bottom of my heart.
      Just read your last two postings. Excellent pieces.
      Have a fabulous rest of the day and thank you again for your comment.

       
    1. Oh, thank you so much darling. Your words mean a lot to me πŸ’πŸŒΈπŸ§šβ€β™‚οΈ

       
  3. Oh. My….

    Officially I am awestruck.

    Art is the space in which the profane lays so close to the divine that one would rather find room to breathe through the eye of a needle than to separate the two.
    And so is love.

    And so is love. Not definable in whole numbers.. not quantifiable as profane or divine, for it is both. Like art.

    I could read this one hundred times and still sigh every time. It is…. beyond beautiful, profound, amazing.

    Thank you Gabriela, for writing these incredible things. You inspire me over and over. May your Christmas break be full of everything you would ever want. The profane and the divine. Much love from me to you gorgeous friend xoxox

     
    1. My dearest Rachel,
      Aw… my dearest Rachel. Thank you so much for your unbelievable comment. Did you really like this piece that much? I am humbled and thrilled by your words sweetheart.

      Merry Christmas to you Rachel; a Christmas filled with scented flowers, sunshine, love and the eternal murmur of the ocean.
      May all your dreams come true in 2020!
      Love and hugs.

       
      1. I really did love this piece that much. Something about it really struck a chord with me. I hope my gushiness did not seem disingenuous!

        Your wishes for my Christmas melt my heart, a poetic gift from my gorgeous friend. Wishing you… love and happiness, and all the things that bring you those things xoxox

         
      2. Hey Rachel,
        Oh, sweetheart it did not sound disingenuous. Please don’t say that.
        Thank you for the wonderful wishes. They are really wonderful because I need “the things that bring you those things.” I do.

        May the Christmas of roses be yours my fabulous friend.
        xoxo

         
  4. You are absolutely right, Gabriela. The profane and the divine are so close that its often impossible to separate them. Likewise sadness and happiness are only a breath apart. Great piece of writing. Kevin

     
    1. Thank you so much, Kevin. I am thrilled you agree with me and you enjoyed the piece.
      Wishing you the best holidays ever. May you shine in 2020.
      Gabriela

       

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