BODYPSALMS

Full Size Render by Dobee Snowber

Living boldly cannot be contained
presence asks to be listened to
drawn, danced, desired
in the cracks of life
if one waits to create ~
time will be finite

Seize the moment
for each second calls forth new colors
textures and poems, songs and stories
to break forth from the splits
in our busy schedules
of comings and goings, pick ups and drop offs,
emails and calls & important agendas

Create in the now
in small beauties
where ten minutes can transform a day
a turn of the heart towards art
is all it takes to see
again for the first time
and hear symphonies in birdsong
movements in waterfall

The pulsing body within you
asks for new hues in your life
break open the oranges and purples
celebrate green and yellows
let scars be imprints of soul
interruptions be compositions of wonder

Create in the cracks
and here lies words and worlds
the autobiography of clouds
formations of spirit
split into
one more possibility.

“Intermix”  by Dobee Snowber

Art is a faithful lover
wooing us back each time
the missletoe of life
begging for a kiss
calling forth our attention.

Art always waits to be
caressed, loved into being
imagination is the great foreplay
union with the creative force
asks no more than this ~

make me
play with me
put my skin on
dwell in my terrain
a playground for the body and spirit
fingers and hips
words and notes

Be kissed with the star of creation
let go of any expectations
where I will take you
and prance with abandon
I can be trusted
and will not disappoint
always wait for you
as a patient lover
seeking to be born
over and over again
through your flesh
in your cells
with your tissues.

“Call it inbetween” by Dobee Snowber

You never know
what I will bring
and when the surprises
of disruption and birth
will be announced in your life

This is not a clean
straightforward path
but a spiral geography
turning from one curve to another
radical spurts of joy
spiced with tears
will moisten
the raw canvas of creation.

So take your pen and paintbrush
hands, feet, voice, and belly
and let me slow dance with you
to form the visible – the audible
from the invisible
and know this~
the act of creating
e n d u r e s.