the blues in my horizons
receive angelic guidance
I stroke the canvas
gently, with attention
expecting the paints to awaken
a being so delicate
responding to my call, my prayer
the canvas is patient
an airport for butterfly wings
and the winds they fan
and perfume for the arrival of grace
I stroke the canvas
pervaded by raw clarities,
neroli, mirth, Hildegard chants,
Plato's remembrance
of images passed and coming
gliding from my brush
rituals along the body
of aid
within one blink
intention is silent,
I feel held and exchanged
switched and charged,
I see the unspeakable:
the canvas strokes me
and glows
2002, Nanda Luz Sousa
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Nanda
Luz Sousa, 30, Canadian reiki master and teacher, artist, writer,
poet.
