Open Your Eyes

Beauty and compositions are not objective standards to be judged,
but are heart-sounds to be absorbed.
Like the pale blue sky and white puffy clouds floating past the hard edge of the yellow brick building,
order exists only by virtue of disorder,
discord yields design if you open your eyes.


© Christine Salkin Davis, 2018

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