We float through clouds
red crimson sunrise
budding green fields,
we are consumed by the magic.
We lie on the floor,
our senses sweeping us away,
like waves in the ocean.
Childlike we float even though
our feet are grounded.
We feel the butterflies of our soul
inspired by beauty and grace.
Last week on our trip to Seattle we were amazed at the Dale Chihuly Museum which took our breath away.
My son and I were on the floor taking in the Persian Ceiling which was simply gorgeous.
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That must have been quite a sight ~ I floated away with you ~ Happy Tuesday ~ReplyDelete
oo seattle is a great place...love the wild ginger...and the fish market....butterflies of the soul...i like that description.....what a cool ceiling...and if you dont look up you will surely miss it...smiles.ReplyDelete
I love this poem! Very cool!ReplyDelete
Wow quite the sight, must have truly wanted you to take flightReplyDelete
Must have been so mesmerizing ayala! It would be fun to see. With feet firmly on the ground however one maintains reality. Beautiful take!ReplyDelete
Chihuly glass is beautiful to behold. We have a bit of it in our museum here too. I like 'butterflies of our soul take flight.' Indeed that is what happens when one is surrounded by / inspired by beauty!ReplyDelete
oh wow - that is a ceiling that i would love to have in my bedroom - but then - i wouldn't be able to sleep anymore cause i would always be looking at it...really so beautifulReplyDelete
interesting dichotomy between being grounded and being a floating butterflyReplyDelete
Dance to the Moulin Rouge
Wow, that's beautiful... and to be able to float while grounded... nice!ReplyDelete
You immediately hook the reader with your use of color imagry. Beautifully done, A!~jackie~ReplyDelete
How nice a feeling that must be.>KBReplyDelete
Oh! I almost feel like I can see it... what a lovely memory you created.ReplyDelete
beautiful Ayala, I feel like I'm right there with you floating through the ceiling!ReplyDelete
Love the whimsical freedom here! The colors really grab me.ReplyDelete
Untethered . . . amongst the butterflies.ReplyDelete
Ethereal. A magic carpet ride of sorts.
oh I love this and so jealous too - would love to see the Chihuly Museum - a wonder magical poem - lovely - KReplyDelete
A sense of freedom in flight..lovely..ReplyDelete
That looks so incredible, ayala! It must have been like being transported to another place entirely.ReplyDelete
Floral imagery in kaleidoscope colors--on the ceiling now less! How beautiful!ReplyDelete
"We feel the butterflies of our soul
inspired by beauty and grace."
Indeed I can see why! Your words and images have captured it well. Lovely!
How amazing it must have been, to lie down on the floor and stare up into the ceiling. They say that every piece of art has a bit of the artist hidden away in itself - and maybe, the painters of the mural also stopped at that moment, and stared back at you while you lay there watching them and their work...ReplyDelete
I've been reading too much Billy Collins, I think. This was quite an amazing read!
'childlike we float even though our feet are grounded'ReplyDelete
What a wonderful place to ' be', i so enjoyed your poetry...
I could not wait...had to first go to Dale Chihuly Museum, so I just DID "see" the Persian Ceiling...and SOmuch more. Just beauty all OVER the place. Upon leaving that place you could NOT avoid being lifted spiritually. The "created's" creations arewell, out of this world. Thanks for this experience, Ayala!ReplyDelete
PEACE and LIGHT!
I have visited special places whose ceilings held such magic that I wished that I could stretch out on the floor or a couch and lose myself in the wonder. You captured it wonderfully.ReplyDelete
Thanks so much for delivering those beautiful world I feel like I am there with you..love ya light friend it feels bright to me...ReplyDelete
You took me away on a real trip with your word painting... sounds like a wonderful painting and I love the fact you lied down to watch.ReplyDelete
she passed me byReplyDelete
on a cloud
of crimson red desire
What a lovely experience you shared with your son, Ayala. I love that you both were on the floor together trying to capture the various shots of the Persian Ceiling.ReplyDelete