Resting thoughts open the way ,
A heart’s inner song rising in the air.
Like lyrical sounds traveling through time
and each beat of the heart making music somewhere .
A lyrical life is what I seek .
Flowing and delicate then rising in crescendo ,
falling gently into subtle rhythms like a soothing lullaby .
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 . 
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
Amidst my own fury and sight retreated from any view , suddenly , I hear a whisper . Cease the fury and be gone so that i might hear . I love to hear the loving murmurs directing me to be strong . The whispers of comfort reminding me of love’s endless life and the nudges that bring me home to who I am .
‘Jewel of Life’ Acrylic 18×17″
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 ….
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 .
Life , as strong she is , vulnerable like a whisper .
The notions planted in your heart , before birth or since , guide and question .
A melody in a moment and a song for battle in the long , drawn out days .
Walking through scenarios attempting to break free .
A captured moment in the beating of your heart
lays claim to what will be done next .
The wildness in the unknown beckons and calls
stirring the mind and releasing all fears
Leap and leap again !
There is no one richer than the one with the full heart .
Enchantment
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 