Letter: Poet friend to Leonardo Da Vinci

Letter: Poet friend to Leonardo Da Vinci I cannot say sir what it may be that you consider a painting to be a better thing than poetry, or by extension, why a painter is of a higher calling than a poet. For obviously I cannot agree, being a poet myself. An art tends to reflect the wonder and character of an artist, but since thou made a comparison thus, it can only mean that my world as a poet far exceeds thy painting. You consider poetry to be linear, but I'm not linear. When I write I write a tapestry that exceeds five dimensional observations. I write about a grateful butterfly experience with flowers and the goddess Flora allows a butterfly to fly with me at my most beautiful moments, but your cynicism of the world to me suggests that even the most beautiful painting can't compensate for the smallness of life around you. Again, if you had not made that comparison I would justly assume your wonder as a painter to be just as beautiful as mine as a poet, but you confessed that your art did not. Are you that linear boring personality that hates life that needs to create as a distraction? Because that's not true of me as a poet. I see a world that's beautiful around me that reflects the beauty within and I make it more so, without daring to insult the beauty by pretending the world of God. Nature is nature. I am a part of that equation and I design a small beautiful room that's always me no matter the occassion. But the painting to you is only a window for what you decided would never be for you, but only you left yourself out of that room. The words only seem linear because to you you can't see the 5d puzzle piece that the words allow the life of God to match me, all you see is a true arrow that's the nothingness but waste. A waste that you believe to be all but feel it a service to God to pretend otherwise though you made that wasteful room with humility as a God to replace the breathing life of God that is available to all naturally. God's breath of life is a free gift, and in that image I design perfect compatibility life that God has given me. If you only knew how to speak outside of a pretense to paint perhaps you'd also know the relief of new sea air like me. And again, the comparison was yours to volunteer. If not I'd assume you as beautifully awed by nature as me.