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 .
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 .
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″
An invitation to awaken by a dream …
to go willingly or not at all ?
I dare to go .
And please leave your mask at the door , should you choose to join me .
Laughing wildly or holding poses ,
the steps are all the same .
Loving life is free
so why or why charge a fee ?
‘Coming into Being’ chalk pastel 18×24 2/2013 #48
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 ‘
The ancient wounds … oh my , we thought you were gone . But here you are back again .
We love you not and You must go… again .
That spinning web of tales that captures the broken ones . Never too late to see .
It’s you and it’s me and we are free .
Whose will shall be done ?
I see you and know that we are both flesh . The same love for you as for me .
We are free , won’t you see ?
Mon Coeur
I must remember to awaken my heart
when the cold waves of fear pass over the light .
And in the stillness …
I must remember to awaken my heart .
when the blindness of others brings harm
not delight .
I must remember to awaken my heart
so I may listen
to know your anger and offer my hand .
So you may know forgiveness
And how it can live in sadness .
I must remember to awaken my heart
because therein are the wings .
The wings are in our hearts
and they yearn to be free .
‘Release’ soft chalk pastels 2012
#11
Comfort in my wings
and freeing souls to sing .
Carried into life unloved and unknown .
Is now the time to be seen ?
Unfurling the wings in time .
Soaring into light
to live and to give and give .
A sweet sound comes alive
as laughter comes to reside .
And in my heart will
always
be
love and love and love .
‘Release’ soft chalk pastels 2012
#11
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