The world turns

This painting movement thing can be a little tricky, damn tricky.

There sits the blank, flat canvas
-and the world turns

Immersed in a tangled web
all must dance
to cascading fields of vibrations
all must flow
in rivers of energetic entanglement

Energy streams over the falling horizon
Radiant sun sends its atomic love
To a million million lively things

Wings take to the quiet morning air
Sending flurries of whirling eddies
Emerald grass dances to their passing
Wings dance to the gleaming sun

Art Marcus Goater

Flight plane