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)


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