i carry your heart with me
i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)
The theme of my friend, Andria‘s, circle journal is based on this poem. Andria is one cool chick, a writer, a teacher, a gal with a heart to share her passion with others. I met her at Artfest in 2008 and am so glad I did. She is one of the highlights of my Artfest experience.
The above pages are my addition to her journal. I’m finding my art journaling becoming much more simplistic. I love layers and hidden treasure, but am finding myself more and more satisfied with a cleaner process.
This simplistic style may also be a representation of the changes my life and heart have experienced this year. So many layers of others’ beliefs that I had thought were my own have been stripped away; layers about money, education, boundaries, life experiences, relationships, secrets, all gone. If you’ve been wondering why my blog has been so quiet, I’ve been totally engulfed in renewing my mind.
I beseech you therefore, brethren, by the mercies of God, that ye present your bodies a living sacrifice, holy, acceptable unto God, which is your reasonable service. And be not conformed to this world: but be ye transformed by the renewing of your mind, that ye may prove what is that good, and acceptable, and perfect, will of God. Romans 12: 1-2
Transformation is a continual process. Because I have arrived here does not mean I am at my destination. But now I am content to find my place once again in the ebb and flow of life.