I Live Inbetween

look for me, search
in my solid words…
and you will miss me
in their sparkle-spazzle
and solid spunk echoes.

i’m in the spaces
in between my words
shining and shim’ring in
dance-implications,
deep in the rhythms

uneven and steady
rising and falling
walking the edges there
of what is written
and what’s merely spoken

just beyond the words
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i sit in winds

i sit in winds
and let my shawl flow
loose around me
and lifted like wings

and as it unfurls
the hard ground exhales
and i become light
as i sit in winds

my heart rises up
when liberty sings
though limbs sit so still
though limbs sit in winds

the wings of my heart
soar high as the sun
and over the moon
there, sitting in winds

To Make A Poem

“Art-making as pilgrimage helps us to understand the arts as a process of discovery about ourselves and about God. When we enter the creative process with the intention of listening for the movements of the Spirit in the midst of the work, we discover new insights about ourselves and God.”

 Christine Valters Paintner, PhD  The Self-Study Online Class ~ Pilgrimage of the Soul: An Online Art Retreat
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