Tag Archives: Grace

Freeeeeeeee

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The silly needs space to be free . It is a way of healing old , emotional wounds . A way of releasing the weight of needless burdens . It is a way of opening the path to spontaneity and that is where limitless thinking is born .

Self imposed barriers …where are they born ? From the fears of adults that we were your caregivers when you were young ? The teachers that intimidated you in school ? From the people that told you that your ideas were foolish ?

Free to choose the direction , free from the past and free from tomorrow . Where the heart yearns to go is where I must follow .

In The Dead of Night

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In the deep quiet of the night there used to live an endless invitation to set your spirit to soaring . A time set aside for discovery and an opportunity to break the boldest or the most mysterious bonds holding onto you .

Now in the dead of the night are the children . Children that did not ask for this life . Children being criminalized simply for being alive . Children being whisked through airports like some strange secret , like a lie .

The wailing , the visceral sounds of the wailing of the innocent babes and their Mamas being torn apart will follow these men in charge to their graves . They don’t know it yet . But it will . Haunting a spirit for evermore will be the suffering caused by the deeds of men with no heart and no soul .

Is This Freedom ?

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It lends itself your fears .

Deeper still a light shines through and forgives the tears .

Yearning to know compassion ,

learning to know …

Is this freedom ?

When the Spirit is Free

FREEDOM

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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″

‘ Curious ‘

In the gentle thoughts curiosity grows .

Leading the charge and opening the doors ,

My curiosity grows .

Look here , now there . expanding this life .

Contemplation and creation

Into Art I go .

'Curious'

‘Curious’

The Door

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 .

Stamina : The Grace of Homeless Youth

Stamina

Stamina

I am here , standing and staying .

As the planets in the Universe remain ,

so , too , do I .

My gentleness is hidden and stamina remains .

Does anyone see me ?

Stamina remains .

Where will I sleep tonight …will I sleep tonight ?

Stamina remains .

Where is my future ?

Stamina remains .

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