Sometimes, my joy center bursts from the tickle and tap
of musical sirens to my seafarer's soul.
Sometimes, my awe shape-shifts in the sky light of love
kissing my retinas so seductively slow, never not changing.
Sometimes, I field-walk in wildflower word perfection -
each an aromatic beggar for my poetic play bouquet.
Sometimes, my peace lies in the hollows of meditation
or circled within my love's warm arms of quiet abyss.
Sometimes, I sense Possibility buzzing
in sweet infinite nectar pulse expansion
within the seamless gap of life we are.
And sometimes, the miraculous is so overwhelming
I almost forget to pause presence and breathe...
So I circle back to swim in paint portals
of truth centering retreat
where I cleanse in the waters of me unseen.
Sometimes, I find there, surfacing
a spirit-song sense, gift of Serene.
Serene. Acrylic and oil pastel. completed on my birthday 2-18-2012.