When she is able …
she will hold you gently amongst ancient trees , inviting you to hear their songs .
When she is permitted …
she will caress you with waters running free ….to clear away your debris .
When she is given notice …
she will reveal miracles , sometimes in a place as small as a speck of light .
When she is respected …
her giving flows and flows .
Thank you beloved Earth .
In my dreams , in deepest mediation I fly free .
I enter this life carrying the open heart from all of the lifetimes gone by .
And when the walls from the lower place of the ego place are in the way I , sometimes , rise
and I , sometimes , fall.
Try and try again I try to see in a singular breath all of the grace
alive in the sacred space of life .
Alone and never alone . 
She hides in plain view and … can be heard singing in your ear .
A melody or a chant rising from within and turning into a declaration of life .
She looks above and over the lines that have been drawn
and sees a clear flight .
She will pound inside your heart only when the cause is not right .
And tenderly caress your spirit’s wings into peace
and into the night .
‘Walking Across the Water ‘ acrylic 18×24″
An invitation to awaken by a dream …
to go willingly or not at all ?
I dare to go .
And please leave your mask at the door , should you choose to join me .
Laughing wildly or holding poses ,
the steps are all the same .
Loving life is free
so why or why charge a fee ?
‘Coming into Being’ chalk pastel 18×24 2/2013 #48
Quiet . A morning unfolds in sweetness and sounds of a willing life .
Hues gently strolling in and waking the hopes for courage .
Smile . Greetings to you and with a gift of warm eyes I speak with truth .
Wind comes with a blessing and there is not sacrifice in a beating heart .
Roar . Into the night the blues and magicians in the stars come awake .
Startled or peaceful , it is you .
‘NEW DAWN’ 11×14 chalk pastels 2012 Donation to Bailey Boushay seattle
Warm embraces
and
forceful steps are ….
lingering and speaking .
Prayers are more than you think .
A silent language living in a single cell
and
then multiplying as we think .
The way is compassion not hate .
It is a choice , after all , that warm embrace .
Friends
Trading the idea of comfort for mystery , it comes and then it goes.
And
The familiar is already alive inside and goes where you go .
And
The mystery you imagine is alive inside
And
in the stars up above , in the mountain that you see and in the whispers among the trees .
And
in the depths of your eyes , in the love you seek and in the nudges from your soul
to grow .
‘Essence ‘
The ancient wounds … oh my , we thought you were gone . But here you are back again .
We love you not and You must go… again .
That spinning web of tales that captures the broken ones . Never too late to see .
It’s you and it’s me and we are free .
Whose will shall be done ?
I see you and know that we are both flesh . The same love for you as for me .
We are free , won’t you see ?
Mon Coeur
Waking up amidst the moments of imaging and living ,
there go eye .
In clear sight I see the waves and choose to roll over them
and yearn to play .
The light draws me in and lets the laughter
go and all the while I roll and roll .
Waking up amidst a dream and clear blue light .
There is a rhythm and it is in
your heart .
The Earth’s Heart
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The calm has settled into my heart as the day has just begun.
Gentle light lifts my soul
And the songs of the night are whisked away .
A dance for keeping the joy alive
My oh my a swirl or a twirl and onward we go .
‘INNER VISION’
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