"Reflections", 2023, original encaustic
An effervescent evanescence Our lives all bubbles rising Effortlessly in an endless stream Of time. Gravity pulls and holds us Yet still we rise, A hint of the sublime Within the mundanity of daily lives. Over and over, in waking time And, of course, in dreamtime We break through, released Only to be reborn within the stream. Our lives each, No matter how humble or exalted, A mirror of the macrocosm Within the microsphere. As above, so below Each in His divine image And all of that, And yet how easily we forget. Our lives isolated, after all, Within our bubbles. Yet over and over In waking time, and, of course, in dreamtime We break through, released. Only to be reborn again Within the stream. What does that make us then In all these bubbles? An effervescent evanescence Rising through An endless dream Of time. (9/25/26)
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"Reflections", 2023, original encaustic