NEST
blank canvas.
paint me nice.
picture me pretty, color my life.
red, wanton; blue, tears
prism me, faceted,
know my years.
take the hues of my soul;
rustle me from hiding.
abide me. enfold.
let your brushes design me.
gesso finish, matte, white.
look at my palette,
what color would you like?
grey is steam,
and white is heat.
find the hue
that conjures the wise me.
liquid, ether,
air, from breath,
sacred sacraments,
held to my breast.
veiled in my feathers,
gathered so lightly,
come to me now,
call out, and you’ll find me.
listen to the whisper
deep in your heart,
and play me now,
with your love,
your art.
receiver, believer,
i trust what you say.
and pose, so still,
so i can see your way.
no resistance,
i insist.
upon your easel,
my soul will lift.
use my voice,
make me speak.
open this gutteral,
free me from retreat.
strokes, brushes,
apply the colors of touch.
allow me to surface,
safe within love.
bring me leaves,
flowers,
a wreath, ‘round my brow,
and release me,
please,
give. allow.
hypnogogia,
the inner space,
reside with me,
give me place.
your hand, a wand,
deft and clever,
wave me like that,
magic endeavor.
entice the girl out
who wants to emerge,
come into my rainbow,
so long submerged.
pliant, willow,
breeze, sway.
my hair, branches,
my wings,
safe.
~
blank canvas.
paint me nice.
picture me pretty, color my life.
red, wanton; blue, tears
prism me, faceted,
know my years.
take the hues of my soul;
rustle me from hiding.
abide me. enfold.
let your brushes design me.
gesso finish, matte, white.
look at my palette,
what color would you like?
grey is steam,
and white is heat.
find the hue
that conjures the wise me.
liquid, ether,
air, from breath,
sacred sacraments,
held to my breast.
veiled in my feathers,
gathered so lightly,
come to me now,
call out, and you’ll find me.
listen to the whisper
deep in your heart,
and play me now,
with your love,
your art.
receiver, believer,
i trust what you say.
and pose, so still,
so i can see your way.
no resistance,
i insist.
upon your easel,
my soul will lift.
use my voice,
make me speak.
open this gutteral,
free me from retreat.
strokes, brushes,
apply the colors of touch.
allow me to surface,
safe within love.
bring me leaves,
flowers,
a wreath, ‘round my brow,
and release me,
please,
give. allow.
hypnogogia,
the inner space,
reside with me,
give me place.
your hand, a wand,
deft and clever,
wave me like that,
magic endeavor.
entice the girl out
who wants to emerge,
come into my rainbow,
so long submerged.
pliant, willow,
breeze, sway.
my hair, branches,
my wings,
safe.
~
Graphic:
Exhibition Cathleen Naundorf
Un Rêve de Mode


Salon.com
Comments
what color would you like?"...Isn't that the cry of our hearts?? Gorgeous!!
R♥
"... your hand, a wand,
deft and clever,
wave me like that,
magic endeavor.
entice the girl out
who wants to emerge,
come into my rainbow,
so long submerged."
Read midday and back again for additional study.
So that's what they call it, 'hypnogogia'!
A natural song deserving music while the conundrum sways toward the elegant form and its enchantment.