Ripples & Waves Posted by Susan on January 14, 1998 at 12:34:57:
When first I traveled into the glass bead game
there were a few bright shiny beads
that caught my eye/stirred my imagination.
I was a child holding and turning small jewels
peering through the glass walls into rooms and landscapes and worlds.
After several moons I came back to explore again
expecting a few more beads to discover and hold.
To my surprise I came upon a lake and looked closer
and found it was of water and wind
and beads of every color and size and sound,
rippling - waving - a breathing growing lifeform.
I can no longer count the beads or string them
or hold one without being almost overwhelmed by the others.
So I sat down by the lake and closed my eyes
and the wind touched me with cool and warm breaths,
and the sounds of the lake played many musics within my ears,
and the scents were ocean/mountain/desert/sweat & flower.
I opened my eyes and just sat looking at the ebb & flow,
and once again was at peace with the creation and the creators.
If I come again who knows what time and movement will have birthed.
Perhaps I will find one shiny bead on the beach and begin again.