Photo Title: Live Mirror
Activated by the tears of momentary regret and hopelessness.
Spaces between are the clarity of needed renewal,
and the brilliant light of optimistic potential.
My crashing life held in tact by both the real and illusory branches of the shedding trees.
There is motion.
I am part of this moving ecosystem.
The rhythmic echoes sustain me.
The live mirror is life.
I am alive.
And I will move forward.
The Obvious and The Hidden is one of my favorite blogs to follow. The titles that are applied to his amazing photography are perfection! I was searching through the history, since it’s been a good while that I’ve been on wordpress, and I went to May 10th- my sobriety date (2014). Note: this photo may be found in 2015. I was moved to remember that day and combine it with the success of today when writing this piece- a little over 17 months clean/sober and feeling great! I kind of dropped off wordpress at that time. Which is crazy!!! My, how time flies!! I was soooo active before. Miss all you guys. Trying to jump back in. Peace to you all.
A pause to enjoy,
The sustaining crystal flow.
Grasping a clear glimpse,
Of figures unknown.
Oblivious to stature,
In a world of such heights.
With an instinct to survive.
Gifts combined, and secured by a bow,
Ornate wrapping underneath.
Creativity transforms inspiration,
Art waits to be unleashed.
Upon listening ears and open minds,
Scribing on the hearts of many.
Ideas, beliefs, dreams and emotions,
Transferred to those who look and see.
Limitless expressions from around the world,
Amazingly unique with little overlap.
How is it that we keep creating?
Thousands of years, only surfaces scratched.
I’m intrigued and delighted, excited and astonished.
We’re all connected through arts’ beauty.
What an adventure to collectively merge,
I with you and you with me.
Cloaked in alabaster,
Blessed with angelic beauty,
Layered, soft fountain display.
Unfolding into brilliance,
Luminous purity awakens.
Marching attire fit for a bride,
Patterns orderly and disciplined.
My eyes are enslaved.
Your spectacular design entrances.
As you gracefully glide to the melodies,
That inspire your ritual dances.
God’s creative hand formed you,
An accent shining through the dark.
Painted, a unique porcelain charm,
A masterful work of art…
The multifarious layers of sound,
Advance to my longing ears,
Permeating my soul,
Encapsulating it in an instrumental sphere.
A welcomed overwhelming,
Of senses raw and open.
Patterns visible in my mind,
Meandering geometric tokens.
Internal, immobile swaying,
Sense of coveted calm.
Manufacturing an experience,
Escaping into a comfortable numb.
Letting go has new meaning,
And I welcome the blurred reality,
A gem to hold, cherish, and employ,
Mental pause, Heart focus… Melodic Simplicity.
A paint brush in a child’s hand,
Aspirations without inhibitions.
Slightly directionless, yet intentional,
A joyous display of playful expression.
The feel of the brush in a firm little grasp,
The power to create at hand.
Each stroke births colorful purpose,
Imagination comes to life, bold and grand.
Through the eyes of a child,
Sharing their world.
I see a beauty contained within innocence,
Life filled with hope, and promise to hold.
I pray the colors they choose remain bright,
Selecting from God’s endless palette.
Continuing to create light, hope, and joy,
As they move within life’s canvas.
Up, up, and away,
New discoveries await.
Fly with us today…