Thursday, September 30, 2010

Sunday, September 26, 2010

Plunging into Unity

I notice how my mind skips around like a rock on top of water,
only to stop and sink into the depths of my Neptune.

Spirit finds me at the bottom,
laying still and embraced by embryonic fluid.

Softly, I touch my poetic beauty with the flicker of a mermaid's tale.

An empty shell of a crab sways in a lullaby.

I wish not to sleep,
but to float to the surface and feel the birthing of the sun.

A Symphony of Color

Spirit speaks of music that can not be heard with auditory regularity,
colors are my ears that hear with movement and splendor beyond.

I hear a silence that brings nothingness,
a veil is lifted and sways in rhythmic tones and shades.

I softly speak in tongues that quiet minds can only hear.

Monday, September 20, 2010


Sunday, September 19, 2010

Listening with my Eyes

The fog draws a veil over the real.
Its softness caresses each living being into a coma of perpetual star glazing.
A reverie of dreams keeps me in a state of sleepy drunkenness.

I peer out from under the covers,
sleep touching me like intermitted wipers.

A fog horn calls to me like the inner voice of awareness,
awakening me to the silence,
clearing the debris that lay in the corner of each eye.

I lay listening to nothing,
while hearing it all.

Stretching past darkness, my being moves out into the world.

Saturday, September 18, 2010

I have always wondered if numbers counted backwards connected forwards make the same sum,
a tree drops its leaves never to pick them up again.

I pick up words and move them around like the moon in its monthly ripeness.

Today can never be tomorrow, so why do I keep rereading the labels of food brought yesterday.

I watched the sky in sunset waning,
only to find my mind had never wanted to count again.

I drop thoughts like fall leaves,
he is brought up again and again,
unlike the clouds that pass by my window at dusk.

Sunday, September 12, 2010

Pastel on Paper

The following drawings are created with pastels, still holding to the art of process. With the use of touch, I find the material full of life and spontaneous expression.

Each drawings in on 9 inch x 12 inch paper.

Monday, September 6, 2010

Pastel Memories

Sleep in my eyes like pastel colored chalk,
drawing you with my memory,
brilliant colors slide up upon each other,
caressing my fingers as I touch each contour.

Chalk covers my finger tips,
I like the feel of you in each line of my skin.

Only later, blowing the pastels into the wind,
you dance upon eternal ground.

Birthing of My Heart

Spiraling inwards,
a light shines upon a tree,
a hummingbird moves in rythmic speed,
i am no more no less.

Speed is only of time,
time anchors me in nothing,
speaking lingers in heart ache,
i am no more no less.

Gravity moves me through glue,
heart wings flutter above my head,
memories are erased,
i am no more no less.

Thursday, September 2, 2010

Circling Around

I feel colors opening me into a new way of being. The process of allowing new forms to flow into a new way of life.