Today's art is from the Belgian surrealist, René Magritte (1898 - 1967). He was fascinated by doors, indeed, portals of all kinds, windows, mirrors, canvases, eyes, ears. By definition, a portal is always open; otherwise, it is not a portal. Those who pass through and into our lives know this well, even if we don't. out of the green for André you knocked on my door and out of the green you came, one friend lost (and much else besides), the hurt of it all a seed buried in the loam you spoke of poetry, fish, motorcyles and canoes and of how no one in the world could ever love you it was not true I knocked on your door and into the green you disappeared, taking what we had given had you left us the poem you never wrote, the germ and body of your soul, and no temple husk, we, who loved you, might have found the one thing that could answer all
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A Beautiful Tribute.
Sorrow and the why that will remain buried and unanswered. beautifully done