BLISS .·Ϡ₡ ·.¸¸.·´¯`·.¸¸Ϡ₡ Ϡ₡
Bliss is somewhere on the horizon
under a smoky veil of fruitful imagination
finding the secret corners of a privately insular world
unlocking new dimensions of mutual embrace
unfurling love’s blossoming tendril.
Now is the Age of Creative Bliss
watching wild nature
unfolding dazzling displays of verdant vegetation
living in the divine moment where a newborn brings pleasure
finding the precious present rich with inspiration
restoring a loving heart to compassion.
Bliss is enjoying the State of Seclusion
erasing pale monotony
endowing commonplace days with extraordinary grace
sailing beside undulating waves both sun-kissed and sapphire
dancing barefoot on a rolling teak windjammer deck
kissing the colorful Caribbean.
Bliss is sharing enlightened awareness
revealing ancient wisdom
learning how to converse with true blessedness
watching breezy leaves flutter to music of flutes, violins
and fireworks following magical paintings well done
soaring in harmonious circles.
Overall, Bliss is just being alive
Near lively faeries
hiding in landscapes and palm-laden climates of islands
drifting to sleep on healing rainbows of gentle therapeutic touch
watching children blossom and wild nature explode
… as snowflakes drift by my window.
Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵Ʒ ✧ ‘Bliss’ is a bit of poetic imagery from the depths of philosophical imagination, which often arrives unexpectedly, in moments characterized by spiritual joy, inspiration, and happiness.
A blissful moment arose for me last week as I painted the picture above in a watermedia class led by a gallery owner. I took the class to refresh long unused skills. Using paints and brushes must be like riding a bike. We never forget how, we just need to remove that layer of rust, that cocoon protecting the latent skill.
Abstract was the theme that day, red, white, and blue the only colors allowed. I felt fragile and very uncreative. As I painted, she stood, looked across the table at my painting in progress and gasped audibly. The room stood at attention. “Maybe you’d better stop right there!” she said. “This has great depth.” Later she added, “Would you frame it to hang in our new show?”
For a minute I stared, stunned, still planning to play with colors. Then a blissful feeling seeped into my heart. I had never pursued having my paintings hung in a gallery before. I had much better artwork at home, but the gallery owner loved my painting! Unconditional acceptance of one’s ‘art’ (as found in the ‘heart’) from a popular painter was quite a compliment. I didn’t think as much of the painting because I am used to creating more detail. I’ve only done three abstracts in my life. Yet, this was a blissful moment, characterized by spiritual joy and inspiration.
Yesterday, I realized I needed to create a title. To do so I asked friends, who saw various themes in the abstract: ‘Poppies by the riverbank,’ ‘Birth and rebirth,’ ‘Asiatic lilies among the Grapevines’ (a tribute to my rampant garden), and ‘A Big Kiss.’
I framed the picture in pewter and hung it at the gallery. The owner entitled it ‘Bliss’ and requested to hang a copy of this poetry in the next space, insisting that such a good design can hang in any direction. I don’t know if anyone else wants it, but I rose to the invitational challenge ~ and accomplishment brings bliss.
Sixth in the Romancing the Flames series for romantic friends…
Adapted 6/23/2013 from a version published 2012 in “Voices”
by Carolyn Tody © all rights reserved.