I wanted to share a poem and some thoughts based on one of my paintings of the same name.
BETWEEN RESTLESS AND DISAPPEARANCE
Filled with sparks that
Dance their passionate, momentary existence
Upwards against the dark sky.
Slowly the magic fades
Leaving paper-thin ash
To fall wistfully
Resting on me
Until a night breeze
Leads it into disappearance.
We all have soul-fires, with the potency of magic moments while on planet earth. We are fading and will someday be forgotten and no more. But what will you do with your passionate, momentary existence? And do you realize it is a something that you did not create yourself but it is a gift which has been given to you? How will you steward the gifts and respond to the invitation extended by the Gift Giver?