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