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
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 ‘
blchapman 