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
You saw into my eyes rather than looking at them and then me . And…..
dare i say “Hello” dear providence ?
Your knowingness is real .
Is there comfort in what you see ?
I’ll share my heart with thee
And then will you dance with me ?
The wildness, you see, can subside and still be free .
when the moon calls to the spirit
And we cannot turn away
then there will be comfort with you dear Providence .
The Eye of the Heart
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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