Brandie Rainbow Abstract
Art by Norman E. Masters
Is the unspoken balance, Beloved, still held in secrecy? Does our heart live the music without a song to sing? Can the wind still blowing, spirit-wind thru our minds, count as being some form of miracle? Do we court the *is* of this *now* to find Eden again upon the apple-flavored kiss from another's lips? When does the larger loving begin, again? Were we woven together as a strand, coming into time, the *un*weaving of our together taking place in time that we be re-woven, in a broader weave... fabric of our destiny? Amidst glyphs of understanding is full expressiveness *possible* of the dark, intuitive knowledge? Inhaling Your fragrances works a kind of powerful sorcery inside us... Your becomingness, beckoning... our own awakening into becoming more wholly & holily Your taking us beyond all reckonings...