The cyclic roundabout........

The cold concrete is warmed with the colours of a street artist, creating a vibrancy and resonation with all who pass.

The piercing black hematite  eyes of the eagle follow the passer by, as the butterflies float across the wall, in their own resplendent  transformative swathe of colours.

The surrounding trees shimmer and shake themselves free from the shackles, as the warm breeze embraces them on their journey.

The prone supine body rests as the coverings of cotton slowly slide onto the tiled floor, whilst the flowing warmth of the water embraces and encapsulates, in a dream world of images.

Pressed ceilings rich with their absorbed history capitulate themselves and dissolve into the brightness of the night sky, laden with the sparkling jewels of a universal magic.

Through the void of spiralling emptiness appear the birds of song, to guide and dissappate the negativity of an illusion.

Fractal images garner their strength and colour, dispersing themselves through the gaps of memory and being.

In the quiet dissolution of surrender, the abyss of darkness transforms itself into a bridge of light, forever a reminder of the sanctity and wholeness of the choices of venturing forth into the unknown.

Manipulative forces impose their views in the heresy of hearsay and fear, and yet, the avenues of choice still remain in the awareness and integrity of self.

False hope stands on the pedestal of life, preaching of the old repeated tomorrow , of yesterday.

Stained glass windows and laughing children resonate with each other in the vivacity and enthusiasm of life.

Ingrained patterns appear and disappear in the vacuousness of perspectives, held as the perfect truth, in the concrete blocks of awareness and perception.

The natural rhythms of the flow and ebb continue on the cyclic roundabout,undeterred in their own magnificence.

Floating in the breeze.......

Temptation of the senses.......

Excavating the concentricity.......

Candle light purveys it's sense of traditionality
Gently nurturing the darkness
Playing fortuitously with the shadows
Enhancing the perspective
Greeting the depths of the invisibility
with gratitude

Swooning clouds
Juxtapose themselves
Against an irreverent sunset
Radiant erubescence touching the invisible

Moss like undergrowth
Sutures itself through the skin
Webbed toes
Relish in the clarity underfoot
Clear streams of liquid joy
Immersed
in the elemental constituents
Shedding
Shaking the attachments
Remembering the involution
The beginning
Dwarfed
with the circle of all

Slowly
Pulsating it's way across an infinity
Superimposed with the speck of self
Spanning a galaxy
of quivering, pulsating jewels
Excavating the concentricity  of being
Expediting the dispersal mechanisms
Nature held high
In the palm of one's hand

The wingtip.......

Vacuous spaces.......

Excavating
Turning around
To face the shadow of self
Emptying the bucket of emotions
Watching as they follow their natural course
Evaporating in the mind set of a sweet surrender

Graced with a gratitude
An awakening moment
In transition
A collected basket
Flowing in it's own abundance

Standing on the brink of change
An alchemy of transformation
Trusting the innate guides
Extrapolating the gifts
Believing in the knowingness
Flowing with the course
Exasperated moments
Almost forgotten
Melding into life
Intravenously.......

Embellished and covert intentions
Grind themselves
Surreptitiously exposing
their hidden agenda's
In the guise of anonymity

Vacillating winged flight
A headwind of opportunities

Challenged through the vacuous spaces of an eternity

Choosing the direction.......