Sun Kissed Days

Sun Kissed Days

Tuesday, August 13, 2013

The Ceiling





We float through clouds
red crimson sunrise 
heavenly sunsets.
Cobalt waters,
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
take flight,
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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28 comments:

  1. GraceAugust 13, 2013 at 11:23 AM

    That must have been quite a sight ~ I floated away with you ~ Happy Tuesday ~

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  2. Brian MillerAugust 13, 2013 at 11:35 AM

    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.

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  3. UnknownAugust 13, 2013 at 11:40 AM

    I love this poem! Very cool!

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  4. Pat HattAugust 13, 2013 at 11:55 AM

    Wow quite the sight, must have truly wanted you to take flight

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  5. kaykualaAugust 13, 2013 at 1:27 PM

    Must have been so mesmerizing ayala! It would be fun to see. With feet firmly on the ground however one maintains reality. Beautiful take!

    Hank

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  6. MaryAugust 13, 2013 at 1:43 PM

    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!

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  7. ClaudiaAugust 13, 2013 at 2:09 PM

    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 beautiful

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  8. AnonymousAugust 13, 2013 at 3:40 PM

    interesting dichotomy between being grounded and being a floating butterfly

    Dance to the Moulin Rouge

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  9. Laurie KolpAugust 13, 2013 at 3:49 PM

    Wow, that's beautiful... and to be able to float while grounded... nice!

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  10. AnonymousAugust 13, 2013 at 4:53 PM

    You immediately hook the reader with your use of color imagry. Beautifully done, A!~jackie~

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  11. AnonymousAugust 13, 2013 at 5:20 PM

    How nice a feeling that must be.>KB

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  12. mrs mediocrityAugust 13, 2013 at 6:00 PM

    Oh! I almost feel like I can see it... what a lovely memory you created.

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  13. LauraAugust 13, 2013 at 6:02 PM

    beautiful Ayala, I feel like I'm right there with you floating through the ceiling!

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  14. UnknownAugust 13, 2013 at 6:10 PM

    Love the whimsical freedom here! The colors really grab me.

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  15. JeffAugust 13, 2013 at 6:10 PM

    Untethered . . . amongst the butterflies.

    Ethereal. A magic carpet ride of sorts.

    Nicely done.

    Cheers!

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  16. AnonymousAugust 13, 2013 at 9:35 PM

    oh I love this and so jealous too - would love to see the Chihuly Museum - a wonder magical poem - lovely - K

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  17. TruedessaAugust 13, 2013 at 10:14 PM

    A sense of freedom in flight..lovely..

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  18. Maude LynnAugust 13, 2013 at 11:22 PM

    How cool!

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  19. TALONAugust 14, 2013 at 8:49 AM

    That looks so incredible, ayala! It must have been like being transported to another place entirely.

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  20. Ginny BrannanAugust 14, 2013 at 9:13 AM

    Floral imagery in kaleidoscope colors--on the ceiling now less! How beautiful!
    "We feel the butterflies of our soul
    take flight,
    inspired by beauty and grace."
    Indeed I can see why! Your words and images have captured it well. Lovely!

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  21. Arnab MajumdarAugust 14, 2013 at 9:32 AM

    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...

    I've been reading too much Billy Collins, I think. This was quite an amazing read!

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  22. AnonymousAugust 14, 2013 at 10:13 AM

    'childlike we float even though our feet are grounded'

    What a wonderful place to ' be', i so enjoyed your poetry...

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  23. steveroniAugust 14, 2013 at 3:23 PM

    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!
    PEACE and LIGHT!

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  24. Beth WinterAugust 14, 2013 at 3:26 PM

    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.

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  25. Katie Mia FrederickAugust 15, 2013 at 3:51 AM

    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...

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  26. brudbergAugust 15, 2013 at 8:25 AM

    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.

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  27. Frank WatsonAugust 15, 2013 at 10:26 PM

    she passed me by
    on a cloud
    of crimson red desire

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  28. Rudri Bhatt Patel @ Being RudriAugust 19, 2013 at 2:46 PM

    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.

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