leaves are turning, why?
A smile is a blessing to a
Colorless soft silence;
Feels as though my chest is caving in.
Gravity hit me.
tinker of notes
have it all.
notes about everything.
Sketching Breath, digital drawing, 11 x 8 1/2 in (27.94 x 21.59 cm)
from series in progress, and so I shall be, reflections with Jeremiah,
A single poem; Three poems; dance in the togetherness of love.
My Father , Son, Holy Ghost.
Light of my Christ, Light of universal light; beyond the self of my body. Of Buddha, of you; of other; of we. Daily.
How do you read the words above? Does it change in a day, each hour? This is how my life lives forward. A dance of the flow, of moment unknown; of smiles and tears, miles and rest.
I lose heart, and I loose my heart. Never a static beat. I breathe in and breathe out. I move and I rest. Does it matter where I go? Does it matter who I am?
I have been drawing next to Jeremiah again. I just love him and all that he is and is not. “Heal me and I shall be healed.” he says. “Save me and I shall be saved.” “for You are my praise.”
That Love within you, the You within you; that dances in the good and the hard. The Buddha’s Breath “. . . and I shall be. . . “
Is it enough? to know I am safe; safe to be who I am.
paint much love, always,
Connie Karleta Sales
a.k.a. This Crooked Little flower