THE ANGEL BEING WHO MADE ME WHOLE
The angel-being inside us is the genius who mixes the colors of our life and paints. We see this being as the dancing light behind the canvas. But this being wants to dance right into our fingertips and paint through our hands. The daylight self works, and achieves, with the colors. Our night-time soul is unfettered and limitless, breathing out again into the cosmos of light, to be united with that angel-being.
On wings of light he brings the choices and decisions of each day. I can feel those wings on my fingertips, in my thoughts, in the least transaction of life. And then a face rises before me which I’ve known all my life, before and after life, since time began. Whatever shapes I’ve taken, whatever colors I’ve been, this is the face of the being who made me whole. However many times my self is painted into the world, in picking up the brush myself I am the master who painted me.
Stay
So when I embrace life in its wholeness
I find a canvas shot with colors through
and like a shade behind each one I see
The dancing light which pulled it into view.
And though I love the colors through the day,
by night it’s with the light I’d choose to stay.
Colors
Life is a journey through colors which once
were distilled out of light. I am the light
which pressed them into being and mixed their hues.
I love the least transaction of this life,
a handling of colors mixed by light
which over and over paint me a face
I knew before the world and time began.
Paint
But then I’m painted time and time again,
the image of a being who made me whole
and wanted me to see his face in mine.
He reaches down into my fingertips,
picks up the brush and tells me to begin -
new worlds unfold before me, stored in time,
whole canvasses I’ve worked on, put aside,
so I may paint the face who painted me.
Best wishes, today,
Landar
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