In the soft night rain on our ears
We would take a first baby step
Towards our verisimilitude.
We began with first two red ants
We had seen crawling on a sink
How near truth they were.
The next step was leap into dark.
We beat moving away from truth
To it, by clipping a third line.
We may make our art imitate life
By going only thus far and no far
And beating a hasty retreat.
We have achieved truth and a half
As Roerich did with the Himalayas
Going over their edge.
(After viewing the beautiful paintings series of Roerich on the Himalayas)