Always Complete Poem by David Taylor

The painting is contained within the artist's pallet
the poem in the sound of language found
the house is formed from the wood and granite
the music in the unplucked string is silent sound
the water that we drink is in the ocean
the thought we think is floating in the mind
all complete in that which unbounded made it
no matter how it's used for some short time.

The colours all from that one light are shining
the language from just one eternal sound
the place we live is just one turning planet
the unplucked string containing all the music
that ocean's love is always all around
the thoughts in one still mind are floating
always complete even if we do not know it
no matter how it seems to be at times.