Mourning memories of deep emotion steeped in beauty
no other mind will see
I look for answers in epic verse, archetypes, fairy tales.
I don’t know if what I find bears validity, but they can be lovely,
lyrical adventures that lead into deep, complex emotion,
ecstatic movement and poetry, a need to share.
I am consecrated to beauty, in all its terrible majesty.
Exquisite agony is everywhere to be discovered, held dearly, set free.
I whirl, leap closer to the fire.
Freed to meet my mission, to accept desire,
immortal pleasure, the opportunity to sketch,
to draw out beauty, to paint leisurely upon prism glass.
Have I reached the bridge upon the crossroads, the glimmering?
Magick’s sea through which I now may travel, native soul
returned, having earned my keep, my long journeyman’s
wage.  I have looked at age, a deep reflective pond.
A wild road calls, beyond this threshold, sculpted by
oceanic power, rifts and meteors.  I feel self-created destiny
shudder slowly, seismically, move me as I prepare
Beatific privacy, spacious fantasy,
Beauty’s secret sky.
Instant transport on beams of faery dust – pastel trails
fade languid to grand expanse.
Welcoming wilds, whisper of stories,
shelter of mothermoth wing.
Echoing, reflective pond plays soft consort with
lingering light.
Sadness is beauty brought down by ugliness,
truth succumbing to convenient lies.
Joy is opening all the senses into the
spectrum of beauty.
No moderation,
no limitation,
no convenient structural captivity.
Let the stars be shining beacons
calling us home.
Let the wind be a magical cloak,
the rain an exultation.
Let the cold, dark night be
a treasured, inspiring friend.
To see, to feel, to merge and undulate
through; to discover, uncover, swim
in the glory of original grace,
ecstatic beauty.
To see, to feel, to breathe in
all exquisite luxury of  prescience; to hold,
transmit as cellular energy.
To paint upon translucent canvas
subliminal etchings, private symbols
generously revealed.
Sagacity gifted, re-gifted,
planted in potent fertility
of visions, of cantations.
The tinsel of starlight;
the subtle scent of conflagrated pain;
the feather touch of eternity.
I fall into velvet voice, enchanting form.
Move with the rhythm
song singing hallelujahs.
Haunted by pretty memories,
stars, sunrays, miracles ablaze.
Loved and protected by gods,
smitten with ecstasy.
Fortune favors elegance,
grace of presence,
true nobility beyond codes of legend.
fairytales brought back from sleep.
Sprinting across that abyss,
beauty simple, profound.
Stories safely told safely
hold dream-hidden refugees below surface travails.
Lost in flailing, in crafts lacking integrity, cracking,
leaking, failing to protect.
Sirens devise ritual beauty, fierce death/wild rebirth.
Pulling energy, drunk from fruits of Earth, swirl
into ecstasy; face becoming.
inspiring, drawing upward those myths
seekers of meaning in desperation complete.
Beauty lives in curves
and correlations,
simple intricacies
fitting frame to frame,
the potency of exactly
demons and destinies.
Endlessly recursive beauty
Deep azure reflection
whirling stars
confections dark and
gloriously dangerous.
daily meditations
reach heights of ecstasy;
practice becomes mastery.
Beauty must disturb,
send waves displaying
meaning into neural crevices
thus saying:
Stay deeply in
this brief eternity …
The weight of the world.
The sadness of oceans.
The endless pain of life a’borning.
I am shaken; I am touched in that eternity.
If beauty demands sacrifice,
sacrifice demands such beauty.
As fascination leaves me
brilliant haze
oh! look! at the wonderfulness
dancing, prancing,
no consciousness
but of beauty and fun
no pressure, no expectation
light as air
practical as rain.
I am my own ambition to be realized.
Not a yoked beast,
but a child,
wild and free,
turning conundrum in
to be of service
to the muse
of my own creation.
Twirl into bright world of magic and melody and dance.
Send out twinkling moonbeams as smiles of delight.
Gift us all with love’s vision of bountiful peace.
Pour out joy that every beauty filled impulse increase.
Find a song that fills your heart
Feel a beat that sets you free
Embrace the wonder you are meant to be.
Rapid dance from idea to idea, moving so swiftly, so
deftly, to leave a whirl of orderly beauty.
Appreciation, cooperation imbued as art.
True beauty trumps
exhilaration of destruction.
The spaces that combine
dark and light
end and beginning
edge and sky
where flight and float may merge.
To see, to feel, to merge and undulate
through; to discover, uncover, burst renewed
in the glory of original grace,
ecstatic beauty.
Like a meditative prayer to beauty’s sacred well.
Drinking deeply with subtlety of sensation,
expanding metaphoric cells with
water of life and contemplation,
reaching for more.
Enchanted inward, beauty sculpted
pure, decanted music,
deep draughts of ecstasy.
Commingle, frolic with merry sprites,
conjured fumes,
intense, piquant elixir.
When beauty’s smile could greet our eyes,
define new mornings as we rise, why would we
otherwise choose?
Art lives, breathes, touches so surely
in the air, eye, mind of we who come to call.
With art
invisible renderings
take on a scheme
breathless with beauty.
Fleeting beauty
yet eternally expanding
integrating with starlight
recombining in those nuclear storms
I see you here, the artist
weaving sackcloth of diamonds
reflecting and protecting
that beauty never end.
There is the often grand and breathtaking,
often soft and ethereal,
beauty of the natural world.
There is such beauty as well
in the art and architecture of man.
Each has its story, its music, its water colour.
Each has the power to move the rhythm
of my heart and bring tears streaming down my face.
Each has the power to make me feel
hopelessly inadequate,
or to inspire me to reach to the stars.