Artistic Room

A room, a space - 
to give form to emotions,
to give shape to shapeless
to draw boundaries of something fleeting -
tears, ecstasy, despair, enlightenment,
vengeance, helplessness, burden, freedom -
a room where logic meets illogic,
experience meets novice,
spirit meets dullness,
comfort meets uneasiness,
paradox meets its resolution,
pain meets its medicine.

All in all,

some sheaves are born,
some categories are born,
some maps are born,
some "finite" shapes are born,
a "platonic being" is born,
untouchable but still can be sensed,
inaudible but still can make one deaf,
invisible but still glares very strong -

an artist bounces back from pain (momentarily),
and a painting is born.
pain did meet its medicine, 
but the pain comes back -
because Godel meets no one.

Welcome

Friends and families, ladies and gentlemen,
I welcome y'll on this auspicious occasion.
Hope the starters, wine, toast, and cheese,
have fed you well to face the British breeze.

As y'll know, we are here to welcome the arrival of a new Angel,
who will grace the doors of Angkur and Siffi, in about a month.

The angel who is still travelling fast in that spectral space,
the space full of galaxies, stars, stardust and the stellar gas.
It isn't the case that we will just sit here and do nothing,
I guess we all have to stand up and snatch that angel from heavens.

Our little angel in the heavens is blessed by all the Gods,
Gods of numbers, symbols, and all things abstract and abroad.
With purity and truth, the Angel is all blessed,
but we mortal humans are nowhere near, to have her as yet. 

But we can try, perhaps through a magic, that we have all nurtured,
the seeds of love, trust, and amities, sown like blooms in an orchard.

The scent of those blooms,
rises above the horizon,
to embrace the new soul,
and then we lower it to us
- o, thanks Almighty! 
to welcome the little doll!