Morning Meditation

This morning I allowed myself to just paint with a digital brush and let the color dictate the form. It was a good exercise and allowed me time to just be. I seem to be in a mandala state of creation lately. The symmetry of the circle and square satisfy some need of my soul for balance.

Rising Tide

natatorial hand of Neptune,
aroused by Eurus' fury,

seeming a watery chaos,
a shoreline melts away.

my soul
before my God.

Spiral Meditation

life's tide
ebbs and flows.

spiraling,
in on itself
out of itself

the end is the beginning,
the beginning is the end.

in such constancy,
comfort.

floating
on the prayers
of others

Lord, keep me afloat

Illuminated Peace

psychodelic fireflies
spin electric aura
luminous conviction
sacrosanct bliss

"The more the words,
the less the meaning,
and how does that profit anyone?"
Ecclesiastes 6:11

A Burning Peace

(technological failure + illness = absence; my apologies)


oh, consume my soul
with lambent tongues of longing