Friday, June 26, 2015

Someone asked me about my faith the other day...I babbled a response that sounded flakey, even to me.It has always seemed clear enough in my own head, but it did make me think...

God and Religion mean something different to each person who embraces it.  I was fortunate enough to have had liberal parents who didn't force any one religion on me, though they casually followed a Christian belief. 
I have always felt that God is my own.  God is my generator, my giver of wealth, my spiritual force.  If I feed God the fuel, God gives me the inspiration.  

My inspiration comes from somewhere outside of myself that finds solace within me, but only for the time it takes to set it free; to build it into something that can communicate thoughts and ideas...beliefs and ideals.

I am thoughtful, I am aware…but I have created works, painted works, written works, that flow from my soul and once they have left my visceral, no longer confined…find freedom, find bliss…find their home.

During this process, I feel connected to my world in a way that is fulfilling and complete in every way.  It feels like instinct, something I was born to parlay...  

God is art.










Tuesday, April 14, 2015

Today...

Breathe.

The sun’s reach punches through the thick fog of neglect.
Blood streaming through the quake of a dream;
crumbling blows delivered with each beat.
Anxious breath dampens my lips with burning heat,
a stranger to the abrupt silence.
Covering belief; thoughts create the truth.
Breathe.
Abate the night’s torture;
chaining your tension by all of its limbs.
My Knight, the constant trickle from the right,
            undimmed to the inspiration that awaits.

LH.