BEAUTY OF COLORED GLASS

"Whatever you can do, or dream you can do, begin it. Boldness has genius, magic and power in it. Begin it Now." Goethe

REMEMBER YOUR DREAMS.....

ARTIST SHOWCASE

Smokey Clouds Over Superstition Mountains

Orange Blooms on Cactus

"THE ONLY JOURNEY IS WITHIN" Rainer Maria RIlke

Miracles

By Walt Whitman

1819-1892

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Why, who makes much of a miracle?
As to me I know of nothing else but miracles,
Whether I walk the streets of Manhattan,
Or dart my sight over the roofs of houses toward the sky,
Or wade with naked feet along the beach just in the edge of the water,
Or stand under trees in the woods,
Or talk by day with any one I love, or sleep in the bed at night
with any one I love,
Or sit at table at dinner with the rest,
Or look at strangers opposite me riding in the car,
Or watch honey-bees busy around the hive of a summer forenoon,
Or animals feeding in the fields,
Or birds, or the wonderfulness of insects in the air,
Or the wonderfulness of the sundown, or of stars shining so quiet
and bright,
Or the exquisite delicate thin curve of the new moon in spring;
These with the rest, one and all, are to me miracles,
The whole referring, yet each distinct and in its place.

To me every hour of the light and dark is a miracle,
Every cubic inch of space is a miracle,
Every square yard of the surface of the earth is spread with the same,
Every foot of the interior swarms with the same.
To me the sea is a continual miracle,
The fishes that swim--the rocks--the motion of the waves--the
ships with men in them,
What stranger miracles are there?

I Consider Myself Lucky

When I remember that our lives are borrowed

that there is little difference

between dreaming and waking

that the sea is the sky's reflection

like eyes looking into another's eyes

and that the water is heavy with fish of all colors

spectacular and buoyant in it's depth

and on the shore, the crab walks sideways

dancing the two-step, the salsa

under celestine night, magic below,

above and around

flourescent moon kissing me

When I remember that our lives are borrowed

I consider myself lucky

to have the alchemical secret

the control and surrender

the balance, the embrace

into arms that gently hold me

in the moment, in the rhythm

breathing and the miracle of the heartbeat

coming together cosmically

we exchange ourselves for eachother

transparent I walk through you

and you through me

blending together in freedom

we fly eagle-back

over the hills,caves and oceans

moving between worlds

exsisting with every creature

in a most harmonious way

The Golden Opportunity speaks through the beauty of the gate inviting us to open it and walk through.

"Cease trying to work everything out in your mind. Live by intuition and inspiration and let your whole life be revelation". Eileen Caddy

‎"We are each of us angels with only one wing, and we can only fly by embracing one another." ~Luciano de Crescenzo