With in me I hold close a light. A power that can never diminish. I walk in beauty through an inferno: fire in my hair- fire in my veins. In the cool breath of the present my path is in the NOW. The moon on the water dances and glimmers. Yet I am as the moon: a constant light in the dark unknown. To wax to wane- change yet I am whole. Dark moon cycle reborn to the light. From the source to my mother to me and beyond we pass on a light that can never diminish. The center of creation in the art of living. I am only me- I am the universe. I am reborn in the moment of the constant light of the changing moon.
The original illustration to “Transition Meditation” is now on display in the group exhibition of 40 artists:
“Woman Speak” at the Art Not Terminal Gallery. Opening night July 6 2013 on display though July.
This poem and illustration were inspired by conversations about Zen, exploring elemental wisdom as it applies to art and by the chemo patients whose heads I covered in healing henna designs. People ask me how long it takes to do a painting? It takes a life time of experience, conversations and friendships for each composition.
These thoughts are based on the element of air.