Blank pages – bare canvas - silent keys - empty space.
Benign matter beckons us to our soul’s declaration.
We muse with urgency or quiet expectation
for a sweetness that transcends the mundane,
for the brine that deepens emotion,
for the exception that elevates our purpose.
Passion seeking portals of expression:
we are teased - like meadow grass in a spring breeze;
blown - like dandelions in a wild fantasy;
tumbled - like a rockslide down the abyss of thought;
gathered gently as midnight dew on the edge of oblivion.
We find completion – we are created
in music and musings,
tones and tomes,
motion and momentum,
kaleidoscopes of color.
Spirit is transmuted into Art:
liminal prism - porous mirror of Self
where separation is healed; darkness is illumined;
sorrow is shared; joy is magnified; Life is deepened.
Spirit as art.
(c) Vicky M. Semones