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Break Free to Breathe Again

I must break free to breathe again . The power of life chooses when to burn as a fire or to

flow easily as a stream . The heartbreak of one is the heartbreak of humanity and will not  go

down without  a break  in the hate .. The heartbeat  of one will rise like the heartbeat of all and

break free to breathe again .

There are voices in the trees  telling an unseen world  of injury and giving lessons for healing

and there are righteous  songs among  the animals teaching of   a courageous path to

break free to breathe again .

Each time this one human heart is fractured by the weight of despair, by the actions of lost

souls ,

renewal arrives in the  power of a new moment ,  determination unrelenting ,  and  the grace of

life in each breath

leads us to break free and breathe again .

‘Release’ soft chalk pastels 2012
#11

 

 

 

Ancient Light

The moon rise slides into place .  It’s  light inviting and inspiring .  It commands your energy into new and ancient places .  Is it deep sleep or restlessness that it brings ?  It’s glow could you bring you home  some night . And to a home that seemed vaguely absent it may help you to meet  once again  .  On those rare nights when it catches  hold of you , when you didn’t see it coming , and it takes one of your breathes away and you loose the insignificance bits . In that second there is freedom .  Illumination in degrees is , at times , surprising .  It may be necessary to decide to welcome the bright light and it’s warmth . It is there  waiting  to know your soul’s answer is yes . Yes to ancient light from stars long gone and yes to steering along a path set in motion when your first breath had begun .

……To be continued 

Break Free

Light appears and while  dancing it beckons .  Flowing into a rhythm  it’s grace wraps around

any broken bits and draws out  all humanness .  The beauty and the wild rawness reside by side

by side . Nurturing the love is how they  each survive  …….

Holding a Dream

Joyous hand holding in a dream or was it you ? When you were there , you weren’t there .

And I loved you still . Lessons for hearing  my heart and soaring free …and to believe .

It’s up to me .

Dancing thoughts anchored by the presence  of you now twirling freely

and

leaping into adventures  of this world and into ancient threads of humanity .

The power of release in a heartbeat and tender moments will never die . 

 

Freedom

           When i loosen the hold on the mirror in my hand it’s easy notice  the heart muscle relax . The stories in the image that I see could change when they are set free .  Those stories ask me for freedom from time to time and I consider  it for a bit . And then it’s time to explore .

There is delicious laughter to be had and it’s free though sometimes there needs to be a reminder to seek it out . Then , of course , is the courage .  It’s magnificence can go unnoticed if you can imagine . It’s so dear and sometimes life changing . You may only notice  it’s friend  known as fear but courage often slips in quietly and opens a door . And there is freedom .

Heartbreak  has it’s own odd rewards .  It might  bring you to yourself and it might twist and turn you until you know that you can set it free .  Tears create comfort in their  release freeing you heal nearly unknowable woes .

When you clearly there is love and know it as a true companion you are free .

Restless Ego

Moving through the restless ego and the dearest friend of a lifetime in spirit . The journey of the  creative heart unfolding , it’s whims and battles within the mind and soul breathing . It is the dance and awakening and release that fuels yearnings . in the deepest, slow breath intimacy with a mystery is realized in the creation of art and use of words . Together they sing . 

Hello Dear Moment

Immersed within your power , swept up by it’s swirling energy of love and wishes , anguish and courage . It’s ending transforms the spirit . The moments that we are given …to build upon our wisdom and enrich our hearts with spiritual  freedom .

do we bring them into action or observation ? Or both ? Do we welcome them into our hearts to live ? Or are they pushed into places of dispute and into corners to grow cobwebs and carried like a weight ?

These moments given to us as magnificent beauties slip away quietly . And a precious few grab hold  and let them be sweet .  The others  will appear when it’s required . So thank you dear moment . You are dear.