Alone in the wood I recline upon a tree fallen accross a sweet
flowing stream. My eyes close as I enter my world, a world created by
thought. I search my world for something wonderful, something
symbolic of the very thing that makes all life what it is .... unique.

My search doesn't last long. For I quickly find what I was looking
for, an image, a picture created by mind . through experience and
love saught. I grab it and hold it close to my heart. Refusing to let
it go.

My eyes open, I smile, and begin to draw a careful prayer. Each line
carefully crafted with delicately shaded nuances ..line upon line .
thought upon thought.. These flow through me like the stream quietly
babbling below me. Then the prayer is magically released to dance
upon reality .. a life of its own to do the will of Creator Yahowah

I leave this reality to my prayer which I no longer can call my own.
It has taken a life of its own and belongs to spirit. This reality is
now a reality of prayers and hopes, I think as I enter another world.
A world of great beauty and wownder. Where love's scent is heavy in
the air like the fragrance of many flowers sipped by the honey bees
of dreams. All I know is my art, my only goal is to take a piece of
my very soul and place it on the canvas of Great Mystery. To create a
symbol of who and what i wish to be. Who I strive to be in the
struggle in the triumphs and failings of life.

My art is unique and stands out in its own special way. It is a
reflection of me. I strive to be different, to be an individual. And
do not believe in any who believe themselves to be perfect and have
all the answers.

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i wrote this for Kel's creative minds and liked it so much wanted to
post here too
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In Loving Spirit,
chele