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  1. MOOLMAYA Series - BIRTH OF MORY (Watercolour/Acrylic on Paper) MOOLMAYA Series - BIRTH OF MORY (Watercolour/Acrylic on Paper)
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    MOOLMAYA Series - BIRTH OF MORY (Watercolour/Acrylic on Paper)

  2. MOOLMAYA Series - (Watercolour/Acrylic on Paper)
‘ADDITION’
This personage;
this man of history.
Comes to me always,
yet intermittently.

Let me let him go
and see the world without fear
cast it away quickly
from nose , eye and ear.

I point to him repeatedly
telling him he is real
I believed him always
but he comes and he steals.

I think of him mostly,
his face is mine
his eyes are blurry
and clouded in time.

Let me take off this mask
and see the world without fear
cast it away quickly
from nose , eye and ear.

Fresh are the flowers
in my heart of today.
He comes and he goes
but I desire no longer to play.

Perhaps if I leave him
Floating above
he’ll disappear in ignorance
and in his wake,
leave the path of love. MOOLMAYA Series - (Watercolour/Acrylic on Paper)
‘ADDITION’
This personage;
this man of history.
Comes to me always,
yet intermittently.

Let me let him go
and see the world without fear
cast it away quickly
from nose , eye and ear.

I point to him repeatedly
telling him he is real
I believed him always
but he comes and he steals.

I think of him mostly,
his face is mine
his eyes are blurry
and clouded in time.

Let me take off this mask
and see the world without fear
cast it away quickly
from nose , eye and ear.

Fresh are the flowers
in my heart of today.
He comes and he goes
but I desire no longer to play.

Perhaps if I leave him
Floating above
he’ll disappear in ignorance
and in his wake,
leave the path of love.
    High Resolution

    MOOLMAYA Series - (Watercolour/Acrylic on Paper)

    ‘ADDITION’

    This personage;

    this man of history.

    Comes to me always,

    yet intermittently.

    Let me let him go

    and see the world without fear

    cast it away quickly

    from nose , eye and ear.

    I point to him repeatedly

    telling him he is real

    I believed him always

    but he comes and he steals.

    I think of him mostly,

    his face is mine

    his eyes are blurry

    and clouded in time.

    Let me take off this mask

    and see the world without fear

    cast it away quickly

    from nose , eye and ear.

    Fresh are the flowers

    in my heart of today.

    He comes and he goes

    but I desire no longer to play.

    Perhaps if I leave him

    Floating above

    he’ll disappear in ignorance

    and in his wake,

    leave the path of love.

  3. KINGFISHER

    KINGFISHER