the sun
the sun our most brilliant star
illuminates the skies at dawn and at dusk
in the north east south and west
reminding us that change is constant universal brilliant
bela ’16… Read the rest “the sun”
May 24, 2020
the sun our most brilliant star
illuminates the skies at dawn and at dusk
in the north east south and west
reminding us that change is constant universal brilliant
bela ’16… Read the rest “the sun”
the world ours to explore see with awe take care of honor
honor the earth sea all living things each other
with a smile hug shake of a hand spoken hello bow
bow to each other the divine in each of us our oneness
bela ’16… Read the rest “the world”
There are so many stories still yet to tell. Stories about the watering of the piano in the lobby lounge and the citing of Donna Summer a long time ago.… Read the rest “So many stories…”
peace a symbol a movement a revolution a stillness a longing a promise a willingness to surrender
seeking seeking peace in the mystery of love in the wide open spaces in the light and the dark in between
finding finding peace between discovery and loss us and them me and you within
bela ’16… Read the rest “peace”
there was a time not so long ago when family and friends sat by me silently and let me lean on them
looking back it was a powerful gift and now it is my turn
to sit next to them as well as new and old friends so that they can lean on me
this collection is a celebration of love, friendship, and community
it is inspired by all of the people in my life who let me lean on them and for anyone who has needed, now needs, or will need someone to sit silently beside them
because sometimes there are no words…
bela ’15… Read the rest “leaning elephants”
Ginger. Whispers of ancient history and never forgotten folklore. Of far away lands and fisherman lost at sea. Of healing the body and feeding the soul.… Read the rest “The Medicine Chest”
there was a time not so long ago when family and friends sat by me silently and let me lean on them
looking back it was a powerful gift and now it is my turn
to sit next to them as well as new and old friends so that they can lean on me
this collection is a celebration of love, friendship, and community
it is inspired by all of the people in my life who let me lean on them and for anyone who has needed, now needs, or will need someone to sit silently beside them
because sometimes there are no words…
bela ’15… Read the rest “birds on a wire”
delicate strong twisting turning
the heart loves grows endures
the yin yang heart is painted in lights and darks that, with every stroke takes shape each made more beautiful by the other
the black heart flourishes even in darkness and, in those times of darkness when we have all felt broken
the broken heart reminds us that it is through our cracks and breaks that we become more beautiful
twisting turning dark light love
fills in the beauty
bela ’17… Read the rest “fill in the beauty”
dark and lightdelicate and strongtwisting and turningthe heart loves, grows, and endures
~bela ’16… Read the rest “the heart”
our hearts painted in lights and darks with every stroke, they take shape each made more beautiful by the other
~bela ’16… Read the rest “the yin yang heart”
in times of darkness when we have all felt broken the broken heart reminds us that it is through our cracks and breaks that we become more beautiful
bela ’16… Read the rest “the broken heart”
twisting, turning, dark, lightthe black heart flourisheseven in darkness
~bela ’16… Read the rest “the black heart”
As the country begins to open and we here in Milwaukee are faced with the confusion of our state’s Stay-at-Home order being lifted but Milwaukee’s remaining in place, I cannot help but look back as I look forward.… Read the rest “Along the Way”
We have known each other for more than 20 years. But only in passing. She has been a fixture on the music scene for longer than I have known her. … Read the rest “A Song”
my mandala took shape and form on an empty page after many stops and starts
the first shape, drawn only after a pause— a quiet breath of letting go
my pen began to move in a rhythm just as the breath does when we take notice and fall into the present…
mandalas always circular in shape draw us into the center— our center our beauty
and in so doing we let go this is my moment my letting go my center my beauty
~bela ’16
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