My Friday Practice

My eyes must close -

rest -

and I breathe -

just my breathing, now,

no movement,

no sound beyond my pulse.

Beautiful, necessary silence.

Wait -wait - breathe and pulse.

The Inner Eye drawing up

globes,

circles of my personal symbols -

colors - impressions - sensations -

images - ideas,

pulsed,

one-by-one,

and oxygenating me again.

The color returns to

my soul, my cheeks, my eyes,

my heart -

collective bloom.

Here is me -

restoring myself

to

my

Self.

06/08/12

[acrylic paint, calligraphy ink, sketch on

white pages paper, Pitt pen,

manila file folder substrate]