Artist Imprint ~ By Candlelight betwixt Vermilion and Gamboge Chapter Two-Part One

rensoul17 (62)in #prose • 7 years ago (edited)

Karen had arrived early. As Karen sat in the Lobby of Francis's building of residence, she pondered in prose and daydreamed about what this meeting with her Mentor Muse would mean, She had a deep knowing that her life was about to change forever. And as she sat suspended in stillness with her head up high, yet on the inside she felt her Spirit quiver.

We can imagine and live the life we so choose
We don’t have to always sing the blues
If we can imagine, see it, draw it even with our fingertips on the wind
As we see for us this imagery that bleeds its songs through the veins of time
And lands somewhere in the hemispheres of our mind
If we can light a candle as we make intentions
To create our world in mix media so surreal
And burning the incense of Black Copal
That will pull us in deeper
In the now as I approach this Master Literary Artist, Author, and Aphorists
I choose to oscillate betwixt,
Pigments of Gamboge and Vermilion
That shouts and then whispers ever so softly who I am.

And Oh An Ode to the color Gamboge
As we remember the robes that the monks wear
As they go their way in the world in piety and sacredness and isolation more often than not.
Continuing a legacy of disciplined rituals that help shape and keeps balance in the world.
And we can know just as the wind chimes flow in a breeze oh so invisible

And through ancient corridors and temples, they do sound

We know also that there is a land where peace, serenity, and zen can be found.

I choose, I dare to reach
With all my might so that my dreams will come true.
If I have to sacrifice struggle and fight
If I have to seem like I’m not proper or following protocol
Because I had the audacity to declare 5- 10 minutes of you
Then so be it.

Because I realize that at that moment
I had arrived at my dream come true and if I stepped in it
And embraced it and breathed through it
All doors to my dreams that have been hidden
And for too long for me have been forbidden.

Will open one after the other
As a procession of dominoes falling
And all illusion will be cast down
Collapsing like Russian dolls
And the world will begin to play a different tune

And the crescendo of the life I seek
Will Commence
Orchestrating the orchestra to begin
Its carefully prescribed pieces
Sheet music of my destiny
That will bring alignment and balance to my world
Putting it back in harmony
Until then I will walk through alleys in the night
Through the mountains on the coldness of days
I will tackle all task relentlessly

And pay close attention to the smallest of things
And I will be still and listen
As we shift from fourth to the fifth dimension
Because now it’s the little things
And the silence of our days
The whispers behind closed doors that speak so loud
Because I am determined that never again
Will there be...built around me... a coded world of secrets, lies, and mysteries,
That keeps me on lockdown in a menagerie.

I refuse to live a story that is tainted
And as I rise I will be accompanied by wisdom
Moving into full spectrum no longer will I be the girl that’s half painted.

I will keep walking until I arrive at my fulfillment
Having reached my destination and my journeys end.

And only after my life’s purpose has reached, Oh! stretched and reached its fullness
Will I lay down this body and ascend,
in complete contentment.
Special thanks to @yahialababidi for his collaboration with helping me to see the character Karen.
Special thanks to @inksanity for her collaboration and her incredible/lightning speed support.