The heart still sings ,
The mind continues to seek
with out a promise of a warm bed .
And the lovingly prepared meal is missing
while the presence of the feeling of a heaven is absent …
And still the Soul grows with faith and with the song of laughter .
Today I heard of a man who has studied our habit of living within a set circle . Many of us rarely
venturing beyond the circle on our own . Instantly , it spoke to my heart . I was suddenly
excited to hear more .
Is the inclination to push past my own boundaries a thread in my genetics ? Some may say it’s
a flaw in personality . Restelessness of foolishness .
I say it’s joy !
Wanderings spontaneous or planned , close to home or far away , brighten the heart’s way .
This man that I heard today , he found his way to experience life outside of his circle .
A delight to be fully awake and a fright to see the sleep walking surrounding the brilliant lights.
“Don’t startle them awake ” I say . Then I wonder why .
Clear sight into wisdom and willingness to question ideas with ideals will , surely , free even the darkest among us .
A twirl within a dance may welcome a smile but just as simply invite a tear to the eye .
Dancing creating new life in the heart intensifying the vibrant songs in the light of your sight .
Gently quiet …a slight hush sweeping slowly over the dreams in your wakefulness .
I live to hear those dreams . I love to know the life in their mysteries .
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 .
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 .
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
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 .