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Zen Conversations In Ink And Paint
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Zen Conversations In Ink And Paint in Ottawa, ON
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Current price: $18.50


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Zen Conversations In Ink And Paint in Ottawa, ON
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A poem is a melody played by the heart strings. It is a chorus of voices in a symphony of joyful sounds, or a melancholy overture of regret or despair.
A poem is a wish seeking fulfillment; it's the colours of the rainbow to make happy faces. We experience the world differently from each other.
Find the inspiration to share what you see, hear, feel and think.
Write your song Turn the page Paint your picture Turn the page Look back and see the wonderful years of sobs and laughter They are your poems They are your paintings
Poems transcend the limits of what the eyes can see.
To see the world in a grain of sand and a heaven in a wild flower, hold infinity in the palm of your hand, and eternity in an hour.
- William Blake.
A poem is a melody played by the heart strings. It is a chorus of voices in a symphony of joyful sounds, or a melancholy overture of regret or despair.
A poem is a wish seeking fulfillment; it's the colours of the rainbow to make happy faces. We experience the world differently from each other.
Find the inspiration to share what you see, hear, feel and think.
Write your song Turn the page Paint your picture Turn the page Look back and see the wonderful years of sobs and laughter They are your poems They are your paintings
Poems transcend the limits of what the eyes can see.
To see the world in a grain of sand and a heaven in a wild flower, hold infinity in the palm of your hand, and eternity in an hour.
- William Blake.

















