Wrote this one a few hours before the volcano went off and ended up spending the next sunset with
Tutu Pele π 1/12/26
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I sigh
because I long
to sit
and Share
sunset
and sunrise--
made full
sipping sunbeams
like fishing line
a good catch
watched
not with anyone
entertaining
every one
wounded soldiers
wingnuts
kamikaze
awol
I'll befriend pohaku
under open air
stress less
let go
I'm a soft rock
on a vacant shore
tumbled smooth
kerneled
the front line
is seafoam
the sky
my piece
suns march
with sheets like
floating parachutes
of amber light
explosive eruptions
are far from me
as is sleep
but I'm done fighting
a different warrior
one that no's
with calm, quiet
thoughtful goodbyes
no solace
for souless sleepers
while desires stay damned
by circumstance
I will soak up
rainbow colors
maybe reyes come
offering comfort
so I'll romance the sea
and behold
my own love
at sunrise.
β‘οΈπ€β‘οΈ AED
Open air painting of episode 40, got to site around 11 and stayed until sunset.
Oil, the one on the right is more expressionist style. #kilauea#volcano
Bisqued and Waiting
For now, I'm my own for safekeeping.
I pray for strength and the words to express boundaries better than casual creations can.
I'm soft and shapeable,
but perfected over time.
I pray for divine protection
And will, that my choices lead me far from
those that might stuff me in a backpack,
loose me in a cluttered car,
scuff my finish,
infuse me with smoke,
sully me with prolonged and improper storage.
To approach Becoming in a way where
I might diminish this brightness with quiet brushmarks
humble yet whole and harmonious
While working on the masterpiece that is my life...
To avoid catching the wrong sort of attention
Is an art in itself.
Even if God could endlessly repair me, neither of Us
would want to repeat
the trials of hell
And the blows of the anvil
Just for the sake of reforging.
But to diminish and cower in fear, it's clear--
I won't
and can't...
I'm destined for brilliance as an ode to that Great Maker
That Beloved Creator
An extension of an essence distilled down to a drop and deposited in this maliable physicality.
To be a perfect expression of transcendant alchemy.
To love the way that God loves
Might blind, but can't hide.
It might fire away the excuses and justifications you lean on to lessen yourself--
By daring to only look at it.
Seeing that light
might make a masterpiece out of you, too.
At 1060Β°C, evaporating all your impurities
Making you question your insecurities
And their misguided motivations...
It might prepare you to perfectly receive a miraculous coat one day;
a crystaline sheen that protects you from life's nicks and scratches.
Now I sing with a flick and a ting--
A tone that rings through the Artisan's studio.
And await a consonant reply.
AED β‘οΈπ€β‘οΈ
Rise & Shine
Awaken
The symphony of yardbirds
and the flirtatious sun
greet the windows of this cabin
and my soul
with eyelids' first opening.
I see silhouettes of pioneer trees
Sporting firework flowers
To please passing bees
And my spirit hears the silent song of their beckoning.
Even my body is dewy
Like nearly dry matte paint or fresh greenware
And I meet the day feeling truly new
As that Great Unseen Artisan Master somehow reimagined me.
God dreamed me different today--
There is no bloat of trapped stressors
My cells process perfectly
No atrophy or knot of muscle;
Reponsive fibers release effortlessly.
Every organ relaxing into optimal performance
Every heartbeat pushing warm, clean blood to the furthest extremity
Every breath soft, fresh, deep, and deliberate
Even tendons revitalized and renewed, primed and ready to
Rise
My hair catches rainbows,
Like it was woven on the loom from those rays.
Lavished in Luminosity
I'm dressed in sunlight first.
I stretch to break my fast from movement
I salute Apollo for the assist
With short asanas and a smile
Basking with bare feet on the wood he warmed for me
I settle into receiving morning sounds
And sit with my meditation
Noting that even the mind is perfectly stretched and prepared
The student was gifted fresh canvas.
...
I'm reminded that fine art can only do so much freeze a threat with its stunning existence.
Appreciated by many, coveted by an advantageous few--
It requires multiple layers of security and a small army of stewards and protectors.
Lest it is theived in ignorance to end up at a thrift and fade under layers of dust
Left to reflect under flourescent lighing on linoleum.
Speaking of layers, I make the first strokes on my day, flourish my form into a robe and remember:
I must Rise from the yardsale of my past life,
Maybe discovered by keen eyes, whose wisdom
watches in awe the worth that warrants such wards.
Picked up with hands that show reverence, respect, robustness and with resonable restraint
Remain delicately devoted in care and conservation
It is Source that performs the restorations
And it is undenyable now Who spent the extra time on this vessel
I could never take the credit for how I woke up today
I'm merely a willing apprentice to that Glory, simply learning to
Shine
AED β‘οΈπ€β‘οΈ