Hope & Healing Through Photography and Poetic Expression

Posts tagged “circles

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

20130117-100651

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

IMG_0313


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~