Deliverance had grown wings and it mattered not where the streams of life took me. The straight road I’d travelled was disintegrating and fading into the blackness of beyond. My chains were unwrapping and snapping asunder as the blinds from my eyes evaporated. An awareness of mankind’s ephemeral existence melted together with the beauty of the sand below my feet, setting my soul free.
Jubilant eyes and merry songs rise from one curving stream. From another the downcast sorrow and regret of chances neglected seep up like a putrid vapour. Over there, a myriad of minds in contemplation, concentration and cranial composition. All the streams of life visible from the canvas of a liberated cognizance. Hide the anchor! Let it flow! I want to see more.
Then I saw you, in your stream. Eyes shimmering in the light of being and your hair aglow with hidden passions tamed. I watched you for a while, my mind a mix of emotions and desires, your lips a cradle of my ambitions. Out of sight and back again, you appeared once more from under the obscurity of other’s stories. Then it happened. Sweet innocence of hope did my legs make leap, and plunged my spirit into your soul.
Painting reprinted here with permission from the artist herself. Missy Poem.
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