Most of the time

The creative journey forward is submerged in the acknowledgement of the aesthetic tracings of our forebearers.

No matter how rudimentary they may seem, these tracings;

Looked upon from the peerings of our high noon seats

Little fragments of creativity crudely peeping-seeping out uninvited from our forebearers.

They are part of us.

To claim their full blaze

We just have to reach out towards them, at our Zen’s now zenith.

They are ours to-polish refine pass-on share

Triumphantly.