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 .
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
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 ‘
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 Quiet , it is open and welcoming .
Soothing in the sunshine
and sweet .
Dreams in living energy
allow you to see .
What is next for your heart ?
Layers
The Challenges that i feel growing in my heart .
arriving from beyond the gate of peace .
There is a spirit of fire crackling in my bones
waiting to roar and to say it’s release .
This day will not end in anger nor in disgrace ,
but will leave in color and in a heart’s warm embrace .
Living Spirit
To be better than me ,
rather than someone else .
Where is the stopping point ?
Who knows ? And that is the point .
Limitless .
Only in death will I stop only I won’t stop because in death I am born .
I’ve learned that it does not suit me too well to sit in the quiet of hope but , rather , to be in the wild of it . This is not to say that there isn’t great value in quieting the mind . There is , there truly is . There are those delicious times when hope lives it’s mightiest in the doing , in the wild side , the wild side of hope .
‘Jewel of Life’ Acrylic 18×17″
Will you walk along with me ….towards the door ?
Yes I will .
I will hold your hand . will you hold mine ?
Yes I will .
Oh wait ! Just a moment . I’m suddenly not so sure . If you’re scared then I’m scared too .
what to do ? What to do ? !
Gentle smiles and quiet glances soothed away the fears . For now… the way was clear .
I could only go as far as the door . You had to do the rest .
Stepping back to let you go and leaving tears upon your cheek .
Our adventure began long ago and the time has come to start again .
Sweet peace to you .
It may be a difficult road to feel things so deeply , but also a magnificent one .
There is an inexplicable sorrow that visits the heart at times . In a moment it appears like going around bend in the road and ….. suddenly beholding the sight of a mountain seeming larger than life . It appears and can be manipulated away if we choose .
What if we open the door and walk right into it ? Perhaps it is the past . The moments that we let slide by without giving recognition to their beauty or pain .
Wherever they came from embrace them . Embrace them and breathe them in so as to experience the sweet release of freedom . Now live and breathe out while feeling the arrival of luscious laughter and joy . Joy needing no reason for being . It simply is there for you .
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