A Strengthening Calm

Beauty in Silence

Stillness, Hushed...and Silent

A Strengthening Calm

Thoughts Rush By

So many thoughts rush forward passing swiftly in succession; glimpses as tattered ribbons of understanding. They race beyond my grasp. Listless, I cannot reach forward to find a catch hold to go with them, to leave.

An almost comforting void of feeling draws me down to close my eyes and rest in peaceful silence; a prayer for simple acceptance without making any demands on Understanding.

In Hope's passion, we want so much more to be real than truly is.

Muse

I am like the canvas stretched tight and dryed against the frame feeling her fingers touching me, rubbing me, preparing me and pressing out the few sparse wrinkles against the hard wood.

Soon she will trail the cool thick paint smoothing it over me.

I love her touch against my sides holding me firmly in her strong artist's hand....she pours forth her soul. Creating me.

A tear splash. I soak it up lovingly in the fibers of my being and come to life.

She is my sweet muse, my artist, my poet, my shaman, my lover.