And there are lights…
That burn from wax of bees
scenting air with honey dreams
Skipping flames flashing summons
calling ancestors to assemblage
Far away glow in dark of night
assuring steps on safety’s rungs
Specks and dots, twinkling winks
unwavering star ones await our restore
But Solstice Light, the most generous
revelers ringed with sainted halos,
delight in dance and loosened laugh,
create and sing in joy inflamed
Today in PRISM we were given a drawing prompt called Shaping Consciousness. To begin we were to close our eyes and, keeping good humor, draw ourselves and what we feel inside. After several more steps, here I am.
I haven’t stopped smiling since I drew me.
You see, I am not a visual artist in the ways of drawing and painting. But I am required to do so in this course. It employs Intentional Creativity and I am constantly being called out of my comfort zone and in joy.
I couldn’t be in a state of more delight.