I Met An Artist (by Mirakali) – Michel Montecrossa

I met an artist, an artist of a world
that comes from there where love is born.
I met an artist in the early morn
and we looked at the sunrise
and we saw the dawn.
Light reached our eyes,
light reached our hearts.

Wind in the hair,
wind touching our faces.
The leaves in the tree dance,
the birds sing a fantastic melody.
They don‘t know any sorrow,
they don‘t know depression, no despair.

I met an artist and the day was young.
We sat there, drank tea
and roamed with the movements of our dreams.
Consciousness and light,
careless and free
in the moment of peace,
a moment of infinity.

I met an artist
and we felt young and felt immensity
of an ocean of inspiring energy
born from our love,
born from our freedom
to express itself in our art
and music, movies and poetry.

Waves of delight overwhelming our being.
It‘s tenderness and power.
Fighters and artists,
consciousness researchers and lovers
come all together.

Yes, I met an artist
from another world.