Wasentha Young
Passing Through Air
I bend and stretch downward,
to gather the sea of energy from the earth, all around me. As if to wash I scoop and hold, Bend my knees to lift this vital bowl, Lifting it above my head, I releassssssse Do wn ward Purifying my core; In all the spaces it can find, Easing my body, spirit and mind, Leaving only itself, all impurities are Recycled in the earth below Landscapes of the Mind
We imitate the Masters
based on a poem, Capturing the feeling of what is underneath Auspicious pines Immortal peaches sitting among rustling bamboo and banana leaves The strength is the brushstroke of the mind and image coming together like two waterfalls, becoming the feeling. The changing shapes whisper like clouds cradling mountaintops. Empty space filled with chi, Imaginary journey for the soul forgetting worldly desire, We nourish our spirits. Divine Inspiration
My beloveds come in many forms.
Feet on the ground, wings in the sky, fins in water, many eyes of omnipresent Divinity. |
Through the Eyes of My Beloved 1
Trying to hold water in my hands
Falling away What was Stretched forward once filled hands Reaching toward the Divine Show the care Oh to feel the glory of light in heart The warmth of loving arms holding Presence absolute Fingers scorched I retreat into the cold Looking for shelter To be sheltered Be-hold Like the gentle energy of rose quartz My beloveds came in many forms Offering Hand in hand Hand over hand Arms over shoulder Leading Hot coals under my feet Blistering - Oozing wounds I lay my head upon holy rock If only to rest Along the winding path How far ahead is the felt clearing? That held oasis Offering solace. Holy Spirit
Pressure fenced loudly
Contradicting glimpses of light and promise Divine ever holding Dropped to knees Mercy flanks the unworthy Shielding the luminous blue with Dreary walls of blood bricks Windows of deliverance look To the power of divine love |
