See color hidden
Sometimes surrounded by drab
Its beauty stands out
Sometimes a surprise
Lands sweet at our feet
Feeling like it’s through a cage
There on the other side
Just out of reach
So easy to see the world from a new perspective
It seems beautiful
The old discarded
History from another time
Walking off into oblivion
But looking closely
At things that seem mundane
Or turning somewhere unexpected
Gathering sunlight on tender threads
Then magic appears
It calls within
The cascading creation
Follow the hidden signs
To life’s true destiny
They are everywhere
Among the day
Push away the debris of the past
And shine on with the joy of today
Last night I had a dream about an old boyfriend. Our relationship was odd and rocky–just like much of my life during those years and many of my years prior to my move. It gave me pause, and I began to think about it while doing my yoga and meditation.
During my meditation I had a sort of vision. One gets in a rather trance-like state at times, and I guess I was ripe. In my mind I saw a shadow woman walking during a dark, stormy street. There were trees blowing, lots of rain and dark blue. But in the distance there were these footprints that were illuminated in the darkness: a path to follow. They lit up as this woman was ready to see them.
I wish I could paint, because I could see this so clearly in my mind! It seemed to encompass where I have been and where I am now.
My past so often felt as though caught within a dark storm, with my paths unclear and being battered by the debris coming at me. Walking in the gray left me weak and hungry for the light, but my eyes had become unaccustomed to seeing it any longer.
But somehow I reached the eye of the hurricane–the calm place and from there was lifted out. Those moments allowed me to find the golden footsteps, those brightened by my own need and will. It seems as my eyes adjust, another appears….
So as I follow them out of the tempest and into garden, they may fade into the sun itself. And then it will have to be something else that guides me I suppose, something from within–then again, maybe that something already does….