Holding the Clay of Vision

 

to encompass my vision into thought

embodying kind until right feelings are ideal attractings

becoming into being.

for hear I meditate molding clay all matter mine

embracing my thinking by knowing dreaming 

is believing perfect view is me loving you.  

into encompassing my vision into thought,
I gather horizon into heart,
holding the picture long enough
for feeling to recognize its start.

I embodying kind,
patiently shaping the inner weather
until the right feelings arrive
not forcing yet welcoming
attracting their own reflection.

Becoming into being.

Here I meditate,
hands of mind upon, clay of possibility,
molding matter before matter knows its name.

I embrace my thinking,
for I know that dreaming
is belief in motion,
a bridge stretching from vision to experience.

Perfect view is instant.
It is this moment
when what I love within
meets what I love without.

And here,
between breath and imagination,
I find full feeling the shape of it

Me loving you.

You loving me.

One thought,
becoming.
One dream,
being.
One smile,
crossing the horizon
into form.

Art Baby Blue