Peace (Stacy Wills, 2014)
watercolors on paper + alcohol inks + sacred altering
Peace
Peace flows into me
As the tide to the pool by the shore;
It is mine forevermore,
It ebbs not back like the sea.
I am the pool of blue
That worships the vivid sky;
My hopes were heaven-high,
They are fulfilled in you.
I am the pool of gold
When sunset burns and dies,
You are my deepening skies,
Give me your stars to hold.
-Sara Teasdale (1884-1933)
6 comments:
Beautiful post! I love Mandalas! I think I shall make one! Aloha
Thank you for the kind words, Hula La! I love them, too. :-)
Beautifully iridescent and mystical. Lit from within...as always ;)
What a beautiful and luminescent mandala. An exquisite companion to the poem. Edith xox
Thank you, Christine!
Thank you, Edith! I love it when I find just the right poem to go with a mandala. It was one I'd never read before, but when I did, I knew it was the one.
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