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 .
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 .
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″
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
There is a moment in each day when I remember that I am in love with life .
The trials can seem severe , the answers elusive . Then I feel the connection to all living light .
I can giggle and be silly . I can be still while a stranger’s heart opens up . Exposing the cracks of
love and renewal . I can explore a wander inside and out . Friendship and love , In love with
‘Essence ‘
this life .
blchapman 