Españoles Luna
This night
she
slept
upon
a
dream
~
painted
circles
round
her
head;
~
She
floated
through
blue
emerald
skies
~
glowing
tones
of
gold
and
red;
~
And
from
the
depths
of
her
elusive
dream,
she
heard
a
luminous
tune;
~
As
the
stars
performed
an
aria
~
called,
~
Waiting
on
a
Spanish
Moon.
~
©Robyn Lee
This post was inspired by my dear blog friend, and very gifted artist, Benjamin Prewitt.
After admiring several of Benjamin’s gallery paintings at Gallery | Expressions of my life – An evolution of art for some time, I spoke to him about possibly acquiring one to own. Benjamin graciously offered to paint something unique, especially with me in mind, and queried me only about what color palate I might enjoy. I gave him full creative license after that. The above masterpiece is now complete, and on its way to my home where I will treasure it always.
I can only express my utmost appreciation for all the heart and soul that Benjamin put into this magnificent work of art, and am thrilled to share it with everyone here. He named the piece, “Waiting On A Spanish Moon” ~ and began the project the day my daughter left for Spain.
I encourage everyone to visit Benjamin’s blog, Expressions of my life – An evolution of art. | My journey through life as an artist, father, and person with young onset Parkinsons and read his artist’s statement at: Artists Statement-Evolution
He is a wonderful brave person, facing his own recent, and intense health challenge…
a lovely soul, and a “fellow warrior of light.”
So Much Love
to All ~
Robyn Lee
She Spins
round – and – round she twirls
dreamer spinning fairy tales
orbiting wonder
~~~
we came spinning
out of nothingness
scattering stars
like dust
the stars made a circle
and in the middle
we dance
the wheel of heaven
circles God
like a mill
if you grab a spoke
it will tear your hand off
turning and turning
it sunders
all attachment
were that wheel not in love
it would cry
“enough! how long this turning?”
every atom
turns bewildered
beggars circle tables
dogs circle carrion
the lover circles
his own heart
ashamed,
I circle shame
a ruined water wheel
whichever way I turn
is the river
if that rusty old sky
creaks to a stop
still, still I turn
and it is only God
circling Himself
~Rumi~