Month: June 2021

Maybe

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Maybe

I’ve never been a Peasant starving

then dying in the streets.

Maybe in another life,

some other life, not this…

I’ve never been a Prostitute

selling tricks and treats.

Maybe in another life,

some other life, not this…

I’ve never been a Prisoner,

a rebel in defeat.

Maybe in another life,

some other life, not this…

I’ve never been a fearsome Pirate

stealing as I please.

Maybe in another life,

some other life, not this…

I’ve never been a warrior Soldier

killing on command.

Maybe in another life,

some other life, not this…

I’ve never been a Sovereign reigning

in a distant land.

Maybe in another life,

some other life, not this…

I’ve never been a hero Saviour

setting others free.

Maybe in another life,

some other life, not this…

I’ve never been a martyr Saint

nor aspiring to be.

Maybe in another life,

some other life, not this…

I’m just who I am now

and how I wish to be,

maybe growing wiser,

following my bliss…

(June 29, 2021- Shelley Wilson)

Child’s Play 2

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Paint. Cut. Paste. Well it’s comfortably cooler here this morning. The clear matte coating on my fun art is drying a bit slower. Fine by me!
This is a the same piece in the shade on our balcony this morning. Lighting is truly important in the arts, even child-like art like mine. The textures don’t show up but that’s okay. Acrylics on watercolour paper with beach glass on canvas.

Playing It Cool

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Taking my mind off the heatwave by playing with art, I created this piece I call Child’s Play. It’s a simple process of Paint, Cut, Paste. Acrylics on watercolour paper with beach glass all on a canvas board with a matte coating.
The colours look more blue here on our balcony in the morning shade and the details of colours with texture are less apparent. I like it when art changes with lighting. I feel like having a glass of water when I look at this piece on another day of our heatwave. June 28, 2021

Converging Diverging Timelines

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Converging Diverging Timelines

In this moment…

I stand on this shore

searching the lonely waves

and clouds passing by,

looking for answers

and wondering why…

In this moment…

we stand together

on this wave-kissed shore

as ‘I love you’ echoes

in the ocean winds

from a time before…

In this moment…

we hold each other

on this timeless shore,

feeling waves of love

as ever changing clouds

sail silently above…

In this moment…

I stand alone on shore,

feeling something missing

somehow- all the while

watching you, a stranger,

passing with a smile…

In this moment…

you stand on this shore

searching the lonely waves

and clouds passing by,

looking for answers

and wondering why…

(June 26, 2021- Shelley Wilson)

Walking In A Mist

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Walking In A Mist

We are walking in a Mist,

not seeing, not knowing,

not truly understanding

what is really happening here

in the sky above us,

in earth and water below our feet.

So much is hidden from us.

Earth’s lost in Secrets and Lies.

As I walk, I wonder…

What happened to ‘him’-

the Future Descendant of Humans and Greys-

the one who travelled Light Years back

through the Mysteries of Space-Time

to warn us of a War to come,

hoping to change our savage, selfish ways

in these most dangerous decades and days.

Incapable of understanding,

hypocrite believers of The Way of Love,

Love taught by an Ancient Christ,

they interrogated and tortured

this one they feared and despised,

this one who came from a Future

when Humans are not here,

this selfless one who returned

with a message to save us all.

He knew they would not let him go.

His Revelations left behind,

he must have died, I guess.

We are walking in a Mist.

We cannot see the Darker Fog of War

on this threatened Timeline- Horizon,

the Horrors of Deadlier Weapons,

the Nightmares of Nuclear Radiation,

the World dying through Starvation,

Disease and Global Oppression,

all Rights and Freedoms lost

in the Storms of Annihilation…

Are our Hearts polluted by Misinformation?

Will our Minds be lost in Confusion’s Mists?

I pray it will not be so.

I pray we’ll change, evolve and grow

seeing through Mists and Mysteries to know

All Life is ever One. All One.

I pray it’s not too late

to change our self-created Fate

of which we’ve been informed,

of which we have been warned

in so many times and ways.

We are walking in a Mist,

not seeing, not understanding

what is really happening here.

June 24, 2021

Shelley Wilson