White

wind is breathing shadows reflecting opposition to outside pushing my eyes are still and rest upon this vision my heart signals birds pulsing forward I am puppeteering trees and laughter is a swelling dance exhalation turns the page and here we begin, with feather white and ink see more art? >> http://www.artofkundalini.com

Fish On Her Mind

I hear singing a bird has been released droplets of freedom spin from her wings she is ruffled and puffed a little fisherman longing to dive embraced by ripples with fish on her mind

Diamond Light

        mesmerising   Eavesdropping I am on conversation seen between leaves,   shhhhhhhhhhhh   ears widen in pink anticipation blinking birds take wing   through fresh clouds they arrow   sight is lost my face whipped,   stinging, singing   raw joy   love   in this moment this expressive impressive morning

Silk Screens

      Pretty birds and vines, embroidered simplicity reveal perfect lines and puppetry. . Orange-yellow blossoms warm toes on tiles will not mask your human steam, your spirit perfume. . You of naked information cannot hide nor burn, but, in candid ambiguity, only delight.