Remebered Pieces
5' x 4' / acrylic on canvas panels / not available for sale
Remembered Pieces
A PRAYER OF REMEMBERED PIECES
Beyond the Veil of my human existence
deep in the Ancient Womb
where the creative Soil is rich with the dust of a galaxy of Stars
I Cry out to the Divine
on tears formed from the Waters that rise and fall in my body
rhythm takes form and my Soul begins to Sing
I am a song of Re-membered Pieces
my Humanity
aches
to know
to touch
to contact
to remember
my Divinity
the Call is returned, whispered on the Winds
moving the delicate strands of the Web
with the echo and reverberation of the Voices of the Holies
I Cry out to the Divine
on Winds formed from the direction and intention of my Breath
Life takes form and is carried from one Being to the next
I am a Story of Re-Membered Pieces
my Divinity
aches
to know
to touch
to contact
to Re-member
my Humanity
buried deep within this Temple of Skin, Bone and Flesh
a powerful medicine is known
cooked by the Fire that in its hunger devours all illusion
I Cry out to the Divine
Mountains and Valleys sculpted by the heat and movement of my Blood
a landscape of great Beauty and forgotten history
I am a body of Re-Membered Pieces
my Humanity
aches
to know
to touch
to contact
to remember
my Divinity
on the other side of the mirrored Looking glass
the Eyes of the Snake are clouded
preparations are being made to Shed its Skin and cross between the realms
I Cry out to the Divine
milk of transmutation moving, warmed by swelling breast and beating Heart
nourishment crossing the physical Boundary of skin
I am only part of the Re-membered pieces
my Divinity
aches
to know
to touch
to contact
to remember
my Humanity
Worlds touch
contact occurs
the interface is Created
the Veil shimmers and the illusion falters
Re-Membered Pieces merging in a Symphony of sound and color
I Cry out to the Divine
Beyond the Veil of my human existence
deep in the Ancient Womb
where the creative Soil is rich with the dust of a galaxy of Stars
I Cry out to the Divine
on tears formed from the Waters that rise and fall in my body
rhythm takes form and my Soul begins to Sing
I am a song of Re-membered Pieces
my Humanity
aches
to know
to touch
to contact
to remember
my Divinity
the Call is returned, whispered on the Winds
moving the delicate strands of the Web
with the echo and reverberation of the Voices of the Holies
I Cry out to the Divine
on Winds formed from the direction and intention of my Breath
Life takes form and is carried from one Being to the next
I am a Story of Re-Membered Pieces
my Divinity
aches
to know
to touch
to contact
to Re-member
my Humanity
buried deep within this Temple of Skin, Bone and Flesh
a powerful medicine is known
cooked by the Fire that in its hunger devours all illusion
I Cry out to the Divine
Mountains and Valleys sculpted by the heat and movement of my Blood
a landscape of great Beauty and forgotten history
I am a body of Re-Membered Pieces
my Humanity
aches
to know
to touch
to contact
to remember
my Divinity
on the other side of the mirrored Looking glass
the Eyes of the Snake are clouded
preparations are being made to Shed its Skin and cross between the realms
I Cry out to the Divine
milk of transmutation moving, warmed by swelling breast and beating Heart
nourishment crossing the physical Boundary of skin
I am only part of the Re-membered pieces
my Divinity
aches
to know
to touch
to contact
to remember
my Humanity
Worlds touch
contact occurs
the interface is Created
the Veil shimmers and the illusion falters
Re-Membered Pieces merging in a Symphony of sound and color
I Cry out to the Divine
