Visions of Light: These were written at a time when health issues were trying to destroy my life.

I see a grapevine that is wild and overgrown. I see a tender shoot-pressing in, is ready to take hold.
 
I see a dove released, carrying an olive branch ascending over a stormy sea, headed for a place unknown but not alone.
 
I see an eagle and its nest in the cleft in the rock. There are eagles of all ages and sizes, moving at different levels, taking flight. Some to return another day, as others move on without notice of

those who stay. I see two light beams dance before me the impact creates something rarely seen.
 
I see two vines--one a phantom, one a reality. One keeps sucking the life from the other. The

picture changes, and the dead vine falls away; freeing the other to abound in an abundance of beauty.
 
I see a well of clear water, purposed to make one strong, that will act as this wheel within the wheel.
 
I see a door sealed from sight, and as I contemplate its temporal lock, I see its seal broken by pure light.
 
I see a furnace burning with intense heat. As I look within, I see the ashes and within them, gems

of rare form restored.
 
I see an eagle, a sparrow, and a dove; abiding under a rainbow, and a crystal expanse in harmonious flight.
 
I see a butterfly flitting in and out, yet it is not to be touched. Left to its own path, this butterfly

leaves an imprint of untold wealth. 
 
I see a mountain that holds many pathways that are not always understood, locked on target and come to the same end.


I see a fire consuming all that is foolish emptiness while birthing what stirs my spirit, to go beyond

all I comprehend.
 
I see a river break forth in a seemingly dry riverbed. I see a rock garden and a tender vine push its way through.

 

I see me take to the hills on horseback, ready for the journey ahead.
 
I see a fish floating through the air after jumping out of the water, only to land on hard ground, and then rescued from despair.
 
I see a rose covered in thorns, and yet I want to smell its sweet scent just the same.
 
I see a rocky surf crashing on a quiet beach, and yet there is, a great peace as I walk on the rocks. I am cleansed; in the gentle mist, walking to the edge, I dive within. 

I see water lilies floating in a river. I see a tall oak tree, thick-skinned and unstable, become tender and small.
 

I see several clay pots marred and cracked. I see many with a fragile veneer. I see me, as one of these clay pots.

 

I see clay pots, waiting on the Potter for what they lack. Left in a pile, they seem of no use.

 

I see clay pots prepared for the kiln, covered over in gold with a purpose yet to unfold. 

 

I see clay pots all in a row: some small, some large, some thin and some fat. I see that there is a purpose that cannot be defined.

 

Clay pots, some shattered into small fragments and little threads of gold, used by another, to allow the magic to unfold.

 

I see the potter's wheel and the potter taking tender care. I see hard pieces he is shaving away; they are completely spared.

 

I see clay pots are left on the shelf instead of being used. I see clay pots prepared for the kiln, covered over in gold. 

 

I see clay pots purposed, not intended to be their own, separate, preoccupied, and alone. 

 

I see clay pots of various sizes are meant to guide this weary traveler in this space and time. 

 

I see a massive fire, where people go in on horseback trying to rescue any and all who would flee the chaos.

 

I see many birds in the cleft of the walk; some are old, some are young, many are flying away, some come back, some not.

 

I see a dam; there is fresh water pouring out. I am not needing to patch it up. Let it be. 

 

I see it is a swamp full of dead vegetation. No freshwater until one is healed by one they have sought. 

 

I see a butterfly released into the light. I see the darkness disappear behind it, as it soars with new delight. 

 

I see a door hidden in the trees, opening its passageway onto any who seek to be free. 

 

I see the wind change direction and the weather become wild, while at the same time. 

 

I see a rock altar and a fire ignited by the word with an infusion of new energy.

 

 

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