The little web-steress writes her own definition

Maybe art is baring your feelings or knowledge; allowing others to feel safe in feeling their own. 

Masterpieces are created when you share the beauty of any or every thing, by evoking a sense of awe for a feeling that kisses your soul's essence, abruptly waking you up: delighting all your senses.

Tell me yours.


wake up

ᏕᏂᏋ ᏰᏝᎧᎧᎷᏕ!

 

I breathe you in

you breathe me out

my mind and heart as one

I fix my eyes on your big, blue eye

and with just one breath I

take you in, before

I come again,

to You and

Me

 "Flowers in her hair...flowers everywhere..."

The New Moon

It was so dark last night.  There was nothing that I could see. 
My morning prayer was this:Change Me, please.  I want to be even better than what I've already become, to please the grandest love that has come to me.


#sheblooms



Last night I asked the angels

to show my love to me

to bring me to his splendor

awakened in my dream

Perched on the edge of a thick white cloud

I spread my wings and while calling out

you heard my song and then you came

and we danced across the sky

til

Morning's glory gently woke me

from my soft, green grassy nest

but she dared not take from me,

you, my greatest awakening

So I walked the path while the whispered

pleas wafted to me from the trees

The words, unclear, I could not hear

yet I knew they spoke of you, my dear

 then

 I ran through the streets

of this big, scary city

searching for you

in every nook and cranny

Scanning the faces of

each one in the masses and

Holding my breath til

each soul by me, passed

now

 I wait tired in the light

on the corner in the night

Oh angels, hear my prayer

One more time- please take me there


It's in the weave of the yin and the yang, the perfect blend of everything

Glowball warming

Before it was a river
Laid a dry and barren plain
Beneath the mountains’ towering
Slides to flash the falling rain

Before there was a mountain
Breathed land above the silent plates
Soon to erupt within the molten core
Unaware of its magnificent fate

Before it was a spinning earth
A mass of unfathomable light
Forced to be this world we see
Our pleasure, now our right

Before it was my light, my love
My name was always this
Conceived by the rain and cosmic pain
Life bore me, its daughter, BLISS

By the fire

Dark, bone-chilling morning
not yet turned to light
I reach for a match
which when struck, will ignite

A small stream of smoke
follows jumbling sparks
sweet yellow-orange flame
starts to burn through the dark

Midst the hissing and jumping
of the heat that runs through me
I yearn for your touch, your beauty
which you surrender so freely

and oh, you keep me warm

In reverence I bow at the
base of your fire,
cup my hands round your warmth,
stoking sweet, deep desire

Not one question arises
in this safe, cozy room
for engulfed are we in this
swift, rising plume

#agiftisagiftisagiftisagift

not of the flesh
nor
dreamless night


neither there
yet
everywhere

are these sounds our hearts beating
or
the beauty of stars bursting wide

no sense glistens more
or
less than another when

We are here, You and I
in
the in-between

I remember that night I met him. He did not let me see him at all, until I somehow made him smile. I took it in. I felt, saw, smelled, tasted and swallowed it. You were delicious, Mr. Man. Within mere minutes we were laughing and talking so freely that I had no awareness of anything other than his story, his sweet and mellow voice, and some uninhibited laughter from both of us. See? You can fall in love with something in an instant. I have a collection of these beautiful moments from  people; some of whom I was very briefly acquainted. Some, even romantically.

#keeponrockininthefreedworld