A stream of wisdom rises and …
brings a collection of visions …
both new and old .
Is the song new or a million years old ?
Gently extending a hand , open and ready
to receive the adventures .
The tales are alive
and go dancing in twilight .
Invite them for a spin
and the joy will flow .
Where were you born from ?
Ancient plans in DNA and stars within galaxies too far to see ?
Sleep to see freely from ego and explore the boundaries
and to know the wisdom.
Accumulating and storing perceptions and insights to use in the travels ahead .
Step and step again again .
Clarity in my eyes
though
sometimes I can’t see .
Early evening standing near the shore and watching the water rolling in . It feels like an act of witnessing , simply witnessing , on this very fine night . Occasional bits of life from the Sea or man left on the sand . Will it be natural or will it be a harm ?
Early evening standing near the shore , feeling the strength of the Sea , and inviting myself to step back from the outer bits of life that call to us to be small . There is freedom in a roar and peace as it recedes .
Not knowing what will be discovered as the depths of the living spirit rise to the surface but giving the uncertainty to trust is freedom as well . It is wise to move towards the unknowing since that is where the boundaries are released and heartfelt exploration takes place . 
Trees , the kind that seem to free , are welcoming and wispy .
Some seem to have limbs dancing lightly against the sky .
Take pause to listen and they may speak so that you can hear .
Their wildness in the winds harnesses ancient memories .
Exposing the might , exposing the fright .
They live so that others may live .
They give so that you will receive .
Trees , the kind that always to used to be free , thank you .
Left alone in the quietness of the heart and turned away from distractions ,
It is strong and sweet .
Fearless towards laughter that is loud and the tears that wait to flow ,
It is both wise and naive .
Left alone in the quietness of the heart and away from doubt ,
It is subtle though not at all meek .
Close your eyes with love as the day has been done and watch your heart wander .
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
blchapman 