even change, is now changing
and we grasp
for anchors
i feel, as if
surfing a wave
tunnel vision ahead
assurances,
absent
riding,
faith
There are others I’ve connected with, surfing the same front. Some have confidence, some feel protected, whilst others seem adventurously excited or propelled by absence of another accepted option. Each day, the media reflects what I have already felt, experience and life are reorganizing, a soup of energetic reconstitution.
in these least stable times,
we dance
on shifting sands
I note that some have already acclimated to the next age, busy integrating and finding new creative powers. I seek to surround myself in their energies, to assimilate peace, and comforting encouragement.
the world i knew, has ended
as each day
fades
into
night
in next dream
we commence, crafting
dreamscapes
just for today
i’ll paint
what i feel
feeling
what i paint
creative projection
projecting creation