Recreating Existence

A painter, a poet and a dancer

went to a Himalayan resort

for a friendly get together

and to find their creative burst.

Nature, being joyful and kind,

showed them such wonderful hues.

It mesmerized them all and

gave them their creative cues.

The idle brush beckoned the painter.

He spread the red, blue and crimson,

and drew on the canvass a stunning picture  

with cloud silhouettes and setting sun.

The poet let the words flow freely

in his oneness and exuberance.

Adjectives galore, praises aplenty,

described the unlimited existence.  

The dancer felt the music of the space

and began a wonderful dance,  

expressed his bliss through the grace

to consummate his hilly romance.

They gathered again and admired

the wonderment of their creativity,

but looked at the sky and wondered

how nature beats their created beauty.

They figured that human creation

is limited even in its awesomeness,

that no expression is a true reflection

of existence so eternal and limitless.

The friends then joined their hands.

In unison, they closed their eyes

and savoured the expansive vista,

and let existence fill in their pores.