Wet on wet
color thrown about like random thoughts
little here and little there
a bit of this and that.
Salt falls on puddles random like rain
and we never know in the end
what will remain of our pieces of self
washing back and forth
steady movement forming rainbows of peace
and I gaze to the jasmine beyond
knowing it’s one step closer to understanding
and life will keep moving
like wet paint on soft cotton,
smooth and flowing
or beautiful in the accidental splash
of a word cast on the world,
it all falls down as we let ourselves go
to flow into the rhythm
of another hour passed by
unaware of it all
except the here and now.
More time today practicing with my watercolors, I’m thinking I may turn into the tie dye queen of art yet 🙂 but loving it and always learning with each stroke, surprised at times by what comes from a blank slate.