The idea of this piece is to reach the root of your sail boat; your journey. The soul and the mind. I wanted you to connect more with your right brain. Your intuitive creativeness. The faces reflect your own path and where you wish to see yourself. The open areas are for you to fill in for yourself and the flowers are ideas blooming. The lines represent strength and boldness. I didn't incorporate color because I like the person seeing this to create color with their eyes. I think it tests the brain of what you see and what you don't and some see things differently. The sail boat can represent something meaningful in your life. I hope this helps you in some way leaving our Zen Writing group today. Maybe this image will be stuck in your head on the ride home and slowly ideas or color will gravitate to the image in your head. Its the big idea for you to sleep on. It's your sail boat....
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Sailing On A Breath
Exhaling we help feed the trees.
Through the magic in their leaves, they
give us substance for our life’s breath.
Breathing, the veil that separates
life from death, manifests Oneness
in this moment, and as always.
So our breath is not truly ours.
Since it can’t exist on it’s own.
And neither can we, nor can they.
The breath that we exhale vibrates
air around us, somewhere pushing
the sails that move boats forward.
Thoughts, memories, experiences,
feelings, emotions, desires,
sail through my mind when I sit.
Who has breathed these, causing them
to sail on my horizon,
urging me to follow along?
Did I breathe them or did I just
intercept them on their way to
elsewhere, not intended for me?
As I try blowing them away
from me, instead I scatter
fragments of chapters of my life.
I did not know that a breath could
scatter fragments of lives to be
rewritten in other lives.
My breathing fans the flames that are
dancing uphill toward me, pushing
me to a higher consciousness.
So breathing consciously I can
set my universe in motion,
toppling the confusion away.
Until the moment of my last
Breath, when I will sail freely,
no need for form, boundary, or me.
—Elena Rivera
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