Drops of Color…The Ceiling
The Ceiling
The scaffolding—
a wooden floor.
Splinters—soft,
hay-like as I lie on my back
nestled in.
Over my head—
a matte.
From a quilted tip
a simple line flows—
another follows.
In my memory—
traces of masterpieces a hundred years and
beyond filled a ceiling.
NOW—I AM ‘re-creating.’
A space between—
stories, divine revelations…
meaning, understanding, lasting
impressions.
All GOOD, even with dark shadows
casting sides un-frightened to be
exposed.
The artist long ago…
A Soul bleeding colors
unstoppable
so, too, I.
The ceiling—
the one above my being
rumbles then quakes…
I am being MOVED—
I slide across wooden floor boards.
Jabbed—my hands, my feet
my side
I am bleeding.
The ceiling ‘cracks’—
I cannot leave
the colors
seeping from within me.
Drops of Color
Conscious
re-creations forming.
A tree holds
the center—
Roots spread infinitely in an
expansive Universe.
For a moment…
I stand
I will be back—
simply going for
MORE colors.
The ceiling,
THIS matte,
a Dome of Transformation.
Seriously?! I continue to ask how your work can get any better, and then I receive the next and the next and the next… Like the waves of your One Single Drop, each time you share my awareness expands. Priceless. I look forward to this continued journey. Oh, the wonder of it all. Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!
Blessed am I that we walk side by side…
Deep Gratitude Dearest Dipper!