Friday, May 31, 2013

hope unhidden


to write beauty and
poetry sweeping unsilent across white space.          
                          space.
gorge of white, waiting for meaning poured into crevice,
branches dangling for the climb to what is.

with the wind and the wings to dive into canyon
and
pray
and come out more alive again.
pouring, dancing the ink,
underlining what is there, what is seen,
what was previously discovered or undiscovered.

uncovered.

naked words a vision of vulnerable want
and doubt and pulsing delight.
the deepest of wells, life-giving water, drawing for the thirsty.

because there is hope.  
in may, the art journaler community took flight together


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