~ Ripple ~

Linear time, like a chrysalis, holds the body until the rhythm of nature beckons, emerging into collective consciousness .
What gives the spiritual meaning, is inspiring another through being . That place when the magicians table is in a balance. A collage of consciousness with cyclically found objects . Patterns of colouration expressive of anima. A reflective inhalation igniting your mind, body and heart. This gallery of living, finding objects that speak, exploring until that final piece brought to your eye fits. With all the other shapes, like a puzzle, mercurial, nurtured to fulfill your interpretation of gift, of life; a transmutation. I can reflect to my earliest memory the magical meetings that gave intent a harmonic ripple. A tingling of balance, that place between, when you know you disappear into an object you are painting or a shape you are carving, or an alphabet you are arranging into a verse that captures the sense of being part of this earthy existence.
That living trance