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If the red slayer think he slays,
    Or if the slain think he is slain,
They know not well the subtle ways
    I keep, and pass, and turn again.
 
Far or forgot to me is near;
    Shadow and sunlight are the same;
The vanished gods to me appear;
    And one to me are shame and famel
 
They reckon ill who leave me out;
    When me they fly, I am the wings;
I am the doubter and the doubt,
    And I the hymn that Brahmin sings.
 
The strong gods pine for my abode,
    And pine in vain the sacred Seven;
But thou, meek lover of the good!
    Find me, and turn thy back on heaven.
 
"Brahma"  Ralph Waldo Emerson

HARMONY ARTS
mixed-media on paper

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     E.M. McFarland

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Mediums used in this collection include pastel, watercolor, ink, henna, acrylic, handmade paper and pencils.

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