On painting my healing room

Posted on Jun 26, 2015 in Poetry

Healing room

When I moved back into my house I tried to tidy up the scrapes on the walls of my healing room with tester pots, but ended up having to repaint everything. This poem was inspired by that experience.

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My mind soaks up the stroke of brush,
Where Dawn approaches Spring.
Focused, barren of music or speech,
In a meditation of tint and intent.
“New energy needs a new coat,”
The phrase rings in my head as I robe
The smudges of patchy restoration
With fresh pigment.
“New wine in old wineskins,”
I ponder.

At the changing of the colour,
A pause……
Cradling coffee, my heart expands
In love and gratitude for this space,
My base in this space,
The souls that grant its grace.
Breathe out.

On completion, I start at droplets
Of turquoise smattered across lilac.
The imperfection is corrected
In an instant, instantly.

My fitful eye lights on a clumsy smear,
Poised to react and refine
Until I hear it.
The cosmic giggle ripples roundly.
I step back, smiling,
Brushed off.
I am entire,
For now.
This masterpiece is always a work in progress.

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Semele Xerri

© Semele Xerri is a psychic intuitive healer, animal communicator, and Reiki Master Teacher. To find out more about her and her services, go to her Work with me page.
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