This girl is on fire

Inspiration (in-spirit) – Life is an act of inspiration..

This girl is on fire.

I woke up
this morning,
with a happy,
smiling face,
I could
feel inspiration rise
all over the place.

It comes and goes,
as it pleases.
I can’t just call it,
but when it comes,
this spiritual sense,
grows more
intensely intense,
washing over me
with color and sound,
taste, smell, and feel,
so that when I
see in my mind,
and feel in my body,
I know it’s real.

Inspiration is
being ‘in-spirit’,
and if absent,
I’m like a poem.
without a lyric.

And when
my passion’s
creative vision,
matches the ardor
of my desire,
that’s when I really know
“this girl is on fire!”.

a life of wisdom and mystery

A life of wisdom and mystery

When the question
comes up,
about what I aspire
to do and be,
I answer quite simply
to live a life
of wisdom and mystery,
where between each,
sunrise and sunset,
I invest time to know
and grow wise,
then between every
sunset and sunrise,
I warm a glow
in the mystery
of the moonlight,
and authorize
the way for me to go.

she heard it

“There is a voice that doesn’t use words. Listen.” – RUMI

 

She heard it;

and became aware

of the all,

of interconnection,

that she felt growing. 

A deep abiding affection, 

in the soulful knowing

that, it is in her, as her,   

and to rise above                   

our limitations,

to be at one with

‘all our relations’, 

takes her back to

where we begin,

I say unto you

‘Mitakuye Oyasin’.

in color shining

in color shining

 

Sometimes,

I look in the mirror

and see a light

shining through me.

With a pleasant

colored display

on my hair

and darker regions

in an unusual

but beautiful way.

I can’t make

it happen,

and I don’t know

how, why or when

it occurs,

but without notice

or warning,

and in its own time,    

divining,

I look forward,

to catch a glimpse

of me, in color shining.

Yin Yang


We want,
what we want,
in those things desired.
We can’t help ourselves,
its the way we’re wired.

And I’m either,
in alignment
or I’m off the mark.
Either in a
spiritual entwinement,
or languishing in the dark.

Complimentary
and necessary contrasts,
are embedded
in all of creation,
and their,
‘this and that’,
and ‘thus and such’,
drives us to
what we long for
and moves us to touch.

Invisible forces
feed the hunger,
to know the whole,
to be at one,
with your desire
and satisfy the soul.

In this world of
shadows and mirrors,
imagination is everything;
and its my awareness,
of contraries that awakens
the holy wellspring.

#yinyang #spiritual #poetry #painting #love

In love with words

In Love with Words

I fell in love
with the words
that move my heart,
words;
that break through
the veil and into the silence,
that compliment
and enhance my art
and speaks in dreams
the rhythmic language
of desire
put a spark in my life
and light my fire.

and now
its the words, too,
that drives the art,
as well as,
the other way around.
So long as I dream,
it matters not,
whether driven
by sight or sound.

https://creators.mn.co/posts/drafts/in-the-rain
https://ello.co/richokun/post/8eg673jmqebqf1qsqpuidg

#poem #painting #spiritual #words #love

Visited by an angel

Visited by an angel.

 

She came,

at a time

when everything

seemed the same,

turning my eyes,

sea-blue;

with a little green,

in the day’s damp,

colorless, gray-scene.

I felt that chill in the air

begin to thaw.

It was then and there,

that when, upon you,

I looked

and saw;

a flash and dash

of angelic color.

I was hooked,

in the essence,

of my high ideals,

flittering all about,

just flaunting

that joyous route

she reveals,

giving rise to rumination

in the depths of

my own divine, wonderful,

human imagination.

Visited by an angel.

She came,

at a time

when everything

seemed the same,

turning my eyes,

sea-blue;

with a little green,

in the day’s damp,

colorless, gray-scene.

I felt that chill in the air

begin to thaw.

It was then and there,

that when, upon you,

I looked

and saw;

a flash and dash

of angelic color.

I was hooked,

in the essence,

of my high ideals,

flittering all about,

just flaunting

that joyous route

she reveals,

giving rise to rumination

in the depths of

my own divine, wonderful,

human imagination.

Persistence

Persistence

He set about
to correct his course
and crack the code
of a spiritual force.

But he brought
the wrong tools,
of logic and thought,
with all their silly rules,
he could think all day,
and it’d be for naught.

Head first,
he stumbled
onto the power
of persistence.
A force of nature
to combat the
bane of his existence.

A state of
knowing expectations,
wrapped in
playful curiosity,
and no matter
the what or when,
of the sensed implications,
to keep them alive,
over and over again,
and until they arrive.

So,
he charted
his way forward
in harmony with his goal,
and in his inner mind
he heard,
“now you’ve found
command and control”.

On a cloud

On top of a cloud

There are
some mornings
I just wake up
with a smile
on my face,
a sense of wonder,
feeling secure in my place,
and from
on top of a cloud
for all to hear,
I shout out loud,
what I love and revere,
then the echo, I created,
comes back at me,
filling my day,
with good and plenty.

#love #happy #spiritual #mystical #art