My Divinity

My Divinity My violet pastel pencil came to a rest after sketching the outline of the natural pond fringed with bamboo, palms, and exotic tropical foliage reflected in the mirrored waters. Standing before the easel I couldn't get my eyes off the arched footed bridge, on my left, but I was still wondering, what was amiss? I always loved the invasion of life pulsating in my paintings. I had as yet to sketch on the left of the canvas- leaving it partially blank- before I filled it with colours. Somehow, my heart always waited for an unknown heartbeat to come to complete my frame of colours. I uncapped my flask to sip my hot black coffee- it brewed a hope for a magnetic attraction. I sat on the hard rock and gazed around while enjoying its lingering bitterness on my taste buds. Strangely, no inspiration- the hand still void of movement. I shut my eyes with the head drooping. Minutes passed and I heard a sound of light footsteps on the wooden bridge. I knew my intuition had been fulfilled- the perfect, much awaited heartbeat had arrived there to be framed in its exclusive blank space. I lifted my eyelids careening my eyes, it couldn't be true, certainly mother couldn't be here at this hour and in such a far away place. I picked up the dependable binoculars, it surely was Mother, resting her elbows over the ledge of the bridge, but she was young, beautiful,glowing as I had seen her in my childhood. She turned towards me, smiled and waved. I left my binoculars to run towards her, her hand stopped me. I froze until she gestured me to paint. Feverishly I painted creation in its multi-coloured hues, with blood gushing speed, until my painting was complete, leaving me breathless. I took a step back to assess my masterpiece- not to be sold, but to be hung in the lounge for admiring eyes. I looked towards the pristine bridge, mother was beckoning me. With hastened step I stood before my divinity, a tear in her eye, spelled love and yearning. I clasped her in my arms, the give her the tightest hug, to realise I had enfolded only myself. SECOND Balveen Cheema February 15, 2015