I keep,

waiting, for

the answer,

but,

I already

have,

the answer

Instead,

I keep,

waiting, for

something,

to point

me,

toward, touching,

the answer,

And then,

I saw,

a blank sheet,

before

me

There was, no veil,

there was never, a veil,

Only, a blank,

a very blank,

canvas,

waiting,

wanting,

expecting,

demanding,

pleading,

hoping,

to be,

filled.

.

.

.

.

by,

nightmares,

dreams,

of my,

choosing.

.

.

.

.

Have I,

chosen

yet.

Q.

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.

.

.

creation is, a blank canvas

my mind is, the brush

I must paint.

My third eye opens to a fourth, dimensions unfold and expand

I must not allow, these things

to infiltrate, my heart

disrupt, my mind

distract, the movement, of my spirit

All things pass, expect, those which are

Right and true.

I choose now

which I stand, in the midst of

.

.

.

.

Q

borrowed and blue

fleeting and fickle

anxious and amazing

wandering and wanting

exciting and ethereal

…the energy and magnetism, of life unfolding

.

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.

.

Q

 

balance and energy.

the call of the universe,

pulling us to greater heights.

the spirit of the universe,

pursuing us into our wildest dreams.

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.

.

Q. Lenise Lee

A small moment in the vastness of all that is.

But, most assuredly, it is Glorious.

.

.

.

Q. Lenise Lee

As we learn

together,

gathering Balance

in between moments,

focusing light,

moving as one

with the Universe,

establishing the course,

Meaning unfolds

.

.

.

.

Q. Lenise Lee

I am.

Reborn in the morning,

settled at eventide.

In balance.

As one,

with the Universe.

All things that were.

All things that are.

All things that will be.

I am.

Art and artist.

Creation and creator.

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.

.

Q. Lenise Lee

I have a vision in my mind, of

Everything.

Existence.

Eternity.

Reality.

All

things in between, and

outside of

them. And then

I write

simply

carefully

BOLDLY.

I am.

I will

BE.

.

Q. Lenise Lee

 

 

Queen of Heaven

Lady of Light

Goddess of the All

Arise and Ascend, your throne

Moments uncertain

Destiny opens the path

Instincts awakens

Q. Lenise Lee

By Moonlight: Interlude III

She is his Queen. The drip of his pulse taps out her name. The pull of his heart seeks out her essence. His thoughts sync only with her ka, her spirit, the essential presence that is she. Woman who has stolen his will to be, to exist, to breathe. She who has lifted the dark bonds that once held him tight, imprisoned within the enemy of himself. By moonlight she appeared, dressed in the rays of cosmos, crowned by the starlight. At dawn, they walked hand in hand, moving against the cloak of the cosmos, in fear of none, in search of the All.

Rise, My Queen

from The Thought Journal of Ethan

By Moonlight, An Apocalyptic Fairy Tale by Q. Lenise Lee

In moments where the energy radiates BRIGHT, the call of Destiny sings

Q. Lenise Lee

The light of the morning reminds me of

Willpower

Grace

to Rise & Shine

above All Things

Q. Lenise Lee

Shay lept into the dark.

The pitch black that awaited her was blinding.  The swoosh of air jetting past her ears and the pressure against her cheeks were the only indicators that she was indeed falling.  

Fast and far.

Ethan’s tower had been much higher up than she had anticipated.  Ethaniel.  Not quite the cold-blooded monster she had envisioned him to be.  Pale, yes.  An uneasy coolness to his skin, absolutely.  But not a monster, this she knew for sure.  

The ground was much closer now, she could sense the sudden dread of its nearness.  Her stomach lurched at the inevitable end that was awaiting her less than four breaths from now.  If the oxygen had not already been sucked from her lungs the exact moment after she swung herself over Ethan’s balcony, she would have surely been screaming by now.

Three.  Her belly tightened.  Bracing for an impact she would never feel.  

Two.  Though she saw nothing through the cole blackness, Shalise felt her eyes close and tighten from the terror awaiting her.

One.  For some reason, her lips moved.  Prayer?  No, she knew nothing of it.  At least, not anymore.

Impact.

Her fall stopped so close to the ground that Shay felt stiff, dry blades of grass scratching at her forehead, cheeks, and bare stomach.

Was this what death was like?  An eternal sense of hovering within your final moments of life.

No.  She was alive.

The only reason why she knew this is because of the quick snatch of breath that flooded her chest as she was violently tugged backward and up into the air.

Something had caught her.  Something had saved her less than a moment away from certain demise.  Something that had grappled her tumbling body with such force that she could feel its claws still digging deep into the flesh of her mid-back.  

Wait.  Not claws.  The texture was too flesh-like.  Not warm, but not bone-chilling, as she imagined talons to be.

Fingers.  The nails were deadly sharp, enough to rip her skin.  Though she could not see the blood, she felt it crawling down the sides of her back.  

Up, up, up, her weakened body climbed.  It was like the entire scene was reversing itself.  The higher she was pulled, the less intense the darkness became.  Slowly, her eyes began to grab at points of reference. Once she spotted the gray slabs of stone that lined the walls of his fortress, a shudder racked through her, from shoulders to toes.  Fresh scratches opened across the flat of her stomach as she was dragged over the edge of the abrasive stone.

Finally, the fingers released their grip within the flesh of her back, and Shay was dropped into a crumpled pile at the center of the open balcony.

As Shay lay there, breathless and broken, she squeezed her eyes tight, hoping for a death that she had been wishing away only seconds before.  Finally, she opened them then released a weak, silent whimper.

Bare feet.  Muscled calves.  She dared not look up any further.  What was he?  Perhaps she was wrong.  Maybe he was a monster.  How else had he been able to save her?

“I can never let you go.”

Harsh. Raspy.  Booming.   Ethan’s voice.

He didn’t bother to force Shay up from her crumpled fetal position.

The feet moved away, with a regal stride.

She knew, he was right.  They were bound together, forever.

If he had a heartbeat, it was moving in sync with hers.  Like a stalking phantom.  She had sensed its presence within her chest as she tumbled down the side of the wall.

Wild.  Erratic.  Afraid.  For her.  For himself.

What had he done to her?  And why?

Out of the dark, into the light.  Shalise would never return to the life she had known.

from By Moonlight, An Apocalyptic Fairy Tale by Lenise Lee

Embers of sunlight spark and tumble forward over the horizon, flooding the land with waves of hope and wonder

Whispering sweet sonnets of wisdom to all who have come, to worship the arrival of the Bright One

The Secret Language is unveiled

Q. Lenise Lee
~from Keys to Awareness

the pattern

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There is in all things a pattern that is part of our universe.  It has symmetry, elegance, and grace – those qualities you find always in that which the true artist captures.  You can find it in the turning of the seasons, in the way sand trails along a ridge, in the branch clusters of the creosote bush or the pattern of its leaves.  We try to copy these patterns in our lives and our society, seeking the rhythms, the dances, the forms that comfort.  Yet, it is possible to see peril in the finding of ultimate perfection… from Frank Herbert’s Dune

all around me

the wind whispers

promises my ears

are yet to hear

the sun reveals

glory my eyes

yearn to behold

the breeze quenches

thirst i never knew

consumed me

the morning song

swoons a sunken heart

with consoling melodies

a flicker..a tremble..a pulse..a beat..

..i..am..alive..

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Song of the Morning..Morning Song

Of all the snapshots I have, from vacations long gone, this is my favorite moment in time…Whenever I’m suffering some silent agony or held in the strong grip of an aching frustration, my mind always wanders back to this day…one of the most wonderous views I have ever experienced…with forever stretching out before me, admiring creation and all her glory…I love when the clouds do funny back flips across the contrasted skyline…I feel…alive, breathing, as if being drawn toward a cosmic threshold…So here I stand, posing, watching…waiting…for the morning song…the song of the morning…..

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Just Breathe

…I went for a walk in the rain yesterday and experienced the second most-refreshing moment of the day (of the past month actually)…

I try to escape the keyboard at least once a week (twice on the weekend for good behavior 🙂 ) but my mind was restless for a break from staring at the screen.  As I looked out the window, a beautiful sunrise had transitioned over to heavy cloud cover during the latter part of the morning.  The sky was still relatively serene, so I decided to take a chance on trying to out-race the approaching April shower to the nearby park.  Walking along in quiet seclusion down the riverbank, I ended up at the sandy cutout where fisherman, kayakers, and rowers launch their boats.  I watched the river stroll by like a sheet of shimmering silver, it’s pulsing waves rolling up and over the small sand dunes a few feet away.  It was at that moment when I did something I almost never do…I stopped thinking.  I let go of worries, anxieties, frustrations, even hopes and dreams and just existed in that very second.  Slight breeze rolling over my skin, filtered sunlight flowing from above, a family of Canadian geese being carried along with the gentle current, raindrops beginning to sprinkle across the watery surface and pelt the soft sandy shore in front of me.  Standing there in awe and silence, I realized some amazing discoveries…I could breathe…I could see…I could hear…I could feel…I had two legs to stand on and two arms to stretch toward the heavens with.  How had I forgotten about all of these wonderful blessings?  Better question, why would I allow myself to forget to be thankful for every chance I can use them to truly experience the fullness of life?  Even though there was no one else standing nearby, I had a sudden feeling I wasn’t watching the glimmering water alone.  I’m never truly alone, never as heart-broken as I sometimes feel, never as discouraged as I like to believe.  Why?  Because every once in awhile…exactly when I am in greatest need…I get a glimpse at my true inspiration…I stop trying to fall in love with people, things, or places, and I start to pursue my perfect romance once again…

A finger drops from the clouds and I connect with forever…Just breathe, wrap yourself in this moment, cherish what you have, share a smile with a distant stranger…Live, laugh, love

The day had turned cloudy, but sunrise was still dawning in my heart…I didn’t even mind that my freshly pressed hair was working overtime to curl up again 😛 ..LL♥

Sunrise in my heart

I was up before sunrise this morning…I even out-raced the birds for a chance at witnessing the birth of dawn over the eastern horizon, lol.  I could easily assume it was my nagging allergies that pulled me from a tangle of dreams, but I choose to believe it was more than a simple twitch from sneaky pollen that opened my eyes and kick-started a buoyant optimism deep within me…I haven’t felt joy this intense touch my heart in many waking days.  I have no way of foretelling what will transpire five minutes from now, much less the entire day, yet I feel so happy and hopeful at this moment.  I even found a great theme song to listen to…Fist pumping and air drums at 5 AM are an awesome way to start the day…at least in  my humble opinion 🙂  This is a peace so beautiful and genuine that I wanted to share it with as many others as possible.  Stranger or friend, I wish the same renewal of mind and spirit for you today as well..Smiles, hugs, kisses, laughs, and lots of love to all during this new day on planet Earth..LL♥