Painting flowers brings me to my knees … the beauty, grace, and silence.

It is impossible to capture the spirit of the flower, but sometimes the brush and pigments capture a glimmer.

 

https://artfiftytwo.com/shirley-dunn-perry

Prayer for the end of the day

Love the done

Love the undone

All evens out in the end

 

Prayer

 

Blessed be my Birth

Blessed be my Death

Blessed be the Song

I Sing each morning

 

 

Love

I am beginning to understand love

as somethings that softens the corners of my mouth

 

eases the crease between my eyebrows

drops my shoulders to their natural place

opens me

to light and air

and you

Moving

Life

is a spiral

at any point

think, speak, act

from the center

 

Awake

breeze from the window

brushes my arm

rustle of leaves

sh … sh …. sh

Contrast

the sky is overcast

hazy like blue smoke

the birds don’t seem to notice

their chatter uncensored

at the birdbath

awake on the mountain — looking out in all directions

no need for followers    — no need for applause

the breath is so simple

understanding that seeds were planted

purpose given

before I arrived

Open

life

crack open my shell

transform me

as fire converts the kernel of corn

into soft sweetness

Choices

mind – you spin and whir
manufacturing an army
of problems
that never come to pass

dedicate yourself to beauty
bird songs
the sweet scent of roses