On the Island
noble white petals
yield the stillness of a dream
takes your breath away
a liquid blue soul
serene in beauty and breath
she waxes and wanes
While painting this piece, I felt a connection to Lori. It was like I was painting her soul. I stayed in a beautiful meditative state all the way through to writing the poem that is in honor of Lori’s beauty. This one is for you Lori — not sure if it’s how you view yourself or your soul. It’s just what came to me while painting and reflecting on who you are as I know you through your art and words.
–genece hamby, contemporary artist & poet
http://sanctuaryofstillness.wordpress.com
Fall Into Me
in the calm stillness
of a vivid opal sky
beholds our future
quietly, I hear
the vibrant sound of your breath
calling me to you
as you softly gaze
deep inside the sun’s divide
reflected on the lake
reds and oranges
hold me under the sunset
so I can see you
along the crevice
waiting for the poetry
that fuses our heart
in gentle motion
let yourself fall into me
and I into you
as soul counterparts
kiss me with your solitude
and color me true
painted dreams of you
without effort and no echo
to chisel away
nothing to haunt us
into the fear of joining
you and I are free
boundless and open
slowly the force carries us
home to each other
Not ever married, I don’t feel alone or uhappy most of the time with not having a life partner. Yet, sometimes I feel someone close. It’s as if he’s right here next to me, especially when I’m sitting in the stillness. Other times, he even appars in my dreams–always in the kitchen chopping veggies or sitting on a dock gazing into the sun across the waters (the digital painting and poem above was inspired by this dream).
Often, I figure he is the masculine part of my psyche. Or, someone from the other side–perhaps a guardian. Since I’ve had this vision and dream of him for 20+ years, I’ve lost most of the desires to find or be with someone. I find myself flipping back and forth between believing I’ve given up and believing I am at peace with not sharing life with a soul partner.
This morning, I had a new thought. Perhaps he’s my muse–always reaching into the depths of my heart so I remain open and willing to love. I’m not talking about romantic love (yes, it could still happen and I know that)–it’s the kind of love that I feel for humanity, the earth, animals, plants, spirit and sky. That’s the love that keeps me rich in writing and painting, in creating from places of the heart.
