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Untether My Spirit

In leaps  and with great  ease when the heart leads .  Struggle becomes delight and light fills the

cracks of the bits that seemed broken .  A smile slowly begins to open and widen across a

beautiful face . Even in a dim light the eyes are seen and are dancing .  A moment of whimsy

opens the way for a life  of cherishing  joy .

Leaving space for silence and saying yes to thoughts that are unknown,

and before you know it the bridge has been crossed and you are on the other side .  It’s how

to find out who you are .

Dear friend  ,  delight in those leaps and see beyond . .

 

The Red Robin on the Path ….

Nicely bundled for venturing out she paused at the  door .  It was a handsome door made of

Cypress  with  subtle carvings resembling leaves all around the inside frame . A scent of the

earth and of the days past seemed to emanate from it .  Mostly it was a comforting scent

but there were those days when she found it irksome .   Some days she would rather enjoy the

fragrance of the Ocean , imaging the feel of the salt in the air and the slight stickiness of it on

her skin .  She loves to imagine .

She had heard , once , that there are some folks that think that time

using one’s imagination is a silly and pointless thing to do .  ‘ I am so glad not to have met any

of those folks ” she thought , ” after all  is it my joy .”

She placed her hand onto the door knob and took a deep breath bracing

herself the cold air on the other side of the door .

A Red Robin on the Path : I Awoke Inside of a Dream…continued

As her bare feet touched to cold , brick floor her thoughts of adventure went elsewhere .

Instead she focused on the kettle for tea . A moment later  a  bit of rustling amongst the trees

outside  had her thoughts wandering and wondering again . ” Do trees have a language  all  of

their own ? Do they feel it when I lean against  them ? ”  Slowly her head  turned towards the

kitchen window and dreamily she looked out at the trees .  Suddenly …

A  powerful gust , practically roaring , churned things up .   Startled , just a bit , she turned her

attention towards the kettle .  Hmmmmm that warm cup of tea will surely feel good going down

and just then the steam set off the whistle .

Soon she will be readying herself to head out ….into a possible wind storm  .

 

To be continued ….

 

Where Were You Born From ?

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 .

 

 

Where Does Your Heart Wander ?

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 .

 

FREEDOM

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

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