Stained glass
You resurrected yourself in many partials, different colors, and hues to be placed back together in a large mosaic. What will you depict? Right now, fierce warrior-ness. Bow and arrow at the ready, lion's main to show power, dragon's breath for flames. Passionate running through the woods crunchy leaves blow my cover. Shit. -emote- Hollering out a battle cry within. AAAAAaaaaa Against myself war rages. Start to finish. Finish to start. Confusion speaks. It is a oneness I am coming to know. A seeking a speaking or-- no? Self-doubt echos back in these ears-- only to be put in its place. release. A personal mantra, "you know your body". "The Mind Controls the body but the Breath controls the mind." B.K.S. Iyengar. Stinging Pain Rears No matter what happens you know yourself move through it. Be you, Be with it. Stillness. There is weighted discomfort. And yet, be brave. It is time to lay down weapons there is no fight to win. Peace within. Sit in the tree instead of crunching the leaves. Hear the sounds that surrounds. Offering to you instead of you doing Supported. Do you have my back? Smelling life for a moment. Find your ease. Sniffing promotes breath which is your own breeze. You will find your stride. emote no lie. easy doesn't hold a lasting result. Anything worth wanting, knowing or having takes effort. Banter of what your life should be, who are thee, stand-- Stand with yourself. In the strife, in the shattering jagged pieces that will find there place Quietness is sometimes the best possible reasoning-- Rest-ing place take your time. Honor your voice of walking yourself through instead of running to keep pace. earning these life warrior stripes, medals of war. Soldier on Fierce Warrior-- Soldier On.... In your last breath your final mosaic piece will be laid until then you must carry your divine flame. Work to find the balance. the glue to glass easy will never last. Poetry by Karlene Rantamaki Glasswork Mosaic by Crystal Burr
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I durst not reveal that I am enclosed in the womb
of Mary. Food umbilically appears from a slot in the wall, waste magically removed the same way. My tongue tastes flavors of rainbows, while my feet intricately dance in unknown steps. The floor pulsates and the walls shimmer. Oh! I am reborn daily without ever leaving my cell. Praise God. Poem by Kelly Boyer Sagert Photo by Efe Kurnaz I return to the womb
Every time I curl up And let the colors swirl around In this posture my being Cultivates a new growth, A new energy So that I may awaken As a blossom, a flame Ready to heal the world. Danger!
Challenge me . . . You're ok; You may get stung - you know how to take care of the bite. Moving past me you are entering wholeness, freedom and expansiveness. I'm like a gate that leads you into a beautiful, open and new space to explore and evolve into. Go toward your fears and let go. No more self-imprisonment, No more chains. Absolute Freedom, Feeding my soul, No more starving for air. Nourishment. For gain, move beyond the pain. Sane beats pain, hands down. The edges hold things up; Be in the question - There's the tipping point. There is often footing, grounding, on the other side - even if it can't be felt from this side. Patience. Strength. Tiptoe, dance, jump, fearless! Back to innocence. Written by retreatants during the 2017 Expressive Arts Therapeutic Weekend Intensive in Warren, OH as part of a group process on exploring themes around "the edge." |
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