You are kindness ripening like a grape on a vine,
slowly you reach out to the sun,
embrace the beauty that is your true potentially.

You are inside me,
lingering,
wanting to express the sublime creation that is here,
right in front of us.

I sip this wine,
once attached,
but now in transfiguration,
I ingest what I once thought was separation,
you have always been the intoxication of my being.

Watching you from my inner eye,
joy dancing and pulling me out into this world,
bringing me hope,
breathing in the subtle gestures,
seeing the beauty that a small movement can create.

I once stomped upon you,
now I gently squeeze you with my heart,
holding you and allowing the juice of spirit,
the voice of healing,
lead me down the road,
into a life of compassion for all.  

Meeting you in the Centre of my Heart

What seems to be opposition,
is a dance towards the centre of my heart.

I feel the suffering of past wounds,
but knowing that without these experiences,
I would not exist to the person that I am.

A heart,
a single heart,
no matter how damaged.

I am,
bound to you,
I can feel you coming closer,
then moving away out of fear.

Just one more step,
one more loving thought,
one more breath and a door opens.

We are linked in this life,
between heaven and earth,
between heart and mind,
between concrete and soil.

Somewhere in the middle,
a path appears,
you are there through a single thread,
a line of love that keeps my heart beating.

You are the one,
the one I've been waiting for,
the one that knows me.

A door opens,
and there we stand together as one.

She Births Heaven and Earth

I love to create pen on paper drawing, but haven't done any for over 2 years.  I enjoy the free flow of lines and forms and how the movement of my pen just creates without me putting to much thinking into it.  I've started this series with the idea of how we create our world with thoughts, and also the union of both feminine and masculine within bring our gifts into this world.

I open the blinds,
just a little,
the sun,
only one ray can embark a journey upon my skin.

It will be a year,
the length of my hand in your heart,
before,
another image appears.

My back is turned to the east of my youth.
A time when daisies were only dots on the horizon,
a vertical thought of inadequacies is right below the surface.

I walk in fields,
a mind full of dandelion wishes,
blowing myself into the wind,
the soft pain like the indirect rays of the sun,
leave me to die a slow death.

It is unlike,
the ocean's tides the caress my heart,
and clear my soul from silent slumber.

I can remove my shoes that binds the essence of each step,
then without notice the red earth takes me into her arms,
I can now sleep for eternity,
with a new awareness of loss,
but with the knowing that when I'm ready,
the blinds can be opened to embrace this world as my own.

I sleep,
black night in the eyes of my beloved.
Captured,
beyond this world.

I wander,
searching into the center,
a galaxy for only the gods to speak.

I feel,
a time zone that can not be counted,
a calendar of endless breaths,
to inhale, to exhale,
my soul turning in on itself.

I sense,
a knowing,
laying in an echo,
my ear drums,
beating,
silent.

I witness,
being,
touching,
opening,
smiling in a feeling that brings,
allows,
the hill top to point down into the earth,
into the eyes of the black night.

Mash Potatoes Anyone!!!!

THIS DRAWING IS DEDICATED TO ALL MY FOOD BLOGGER FRIENDS!!!

In the last drawing class I taught, I had my students render kitchen utensils from forks, spoons, can openers, and potato mashers.  Some of them loved it and some thought OMG how boring, but oh well can't please everyone!!!

I do love to cook, but unlike my very talented food blogger friends I will stick to drawing the utensils instead of using them in my kitchen.  LOL!!!!

Mash Potatoes anyone????

Happy Cooking!!!!

I breathe freely,
knowing all of me.
The mark of my finger print that is firmly stated,
but .......
beneath the sand,
buried under clay, dirt, and bone,
spirit lay forgotten,
lost by this world that walks in lead shoes across my heart.

You say, "I love you",
buy these words are only words,
like chains that wrap around my throat like a boa constrictor.

You say, "dance free"
but.....
stay within this structure within these written lines.

I say, "Why"?
"I can see flowers blooming on snow covered hill tops".

I know you want to cover my vision,
keep me in bondage,
hide me in a tower where the light of the stars never caress my skin.

I am freedom!!!

You shake your head,
leading me only down pathways of broken glass.
You make me look at my mistakes, my anger, my self loathing,
but .....
My heart says, "It is okay my dear one".
"You are only human".

You look at me, in robes of guilt and say,
"Only the good shall enter into the spring time land,
only the perfect shall sup from the wines of plenty".

You keep telling me,
"I am not the one"
"I am full of bad and rotten things,
so dance in darkness of forgotten lands,
breathe only the foul breath of years gone by,
cry until your heart dries and is blown away by the northern winds.

I look up at you,
my heart is barely beating,
my skin is cracking like the barren floor of the desert.

I look up at you,
and then,
a flicker of light touches my heart,
my breast of forgiveness breaths life into spirit,
then in a whisper,
a small voice that had been drowning in all that is logical,
speaks in gentle hues,
"You are the chosen one,
the one of light and love,
the one that can look darkness in the eye,
 and dance into the winter lands where flowers bloom,
and where the sun burns away the voice of the past".

You say nothing,
 the robe of guilt drops to the ground and I am free.