Artifacts emerged
in my thoughts until
from beneath glossy
images and writings
from a time of
emptiness and wondering
about how life would unfold
an watercolour with soft
brush strokes, I wandered
I let work and writing
consume my time and my soul
leaving me drained and thirsty.
Resurrecting the life left
at the kitchen table
where I coloured and drew
to arise once more
in this time of wondering
how life will unfold.
“You were born a child of light’s wonderful secret ~
you return to the beauty you have always been.”
~ Aberjhani, Visions of a Skylark Dressed in Black
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