Imagine our inner-light glowing brightly outside our skin. How the world could peacefully glisten. Calm, warm light tinted with golden rod, blue fire and white sand sparkling against night’s tapestry of transient stars.
We sometimes believe ourselves dim, refusing to acknowledge the wings on our backs or the power of our inner-light.
To be bold like a firefly. How mesmerizing they are. Their diaphanous illuminations flitting through the velvet dark, oblivious to manmade concoctions. They brighten the blue-black air and pull the stars closer to earth.
If firefly light joined man, oh, how the planet would smile – bathed in a comforting glow like children ’round a campfire…
Wing-less created with Prisma pencil on paper, July 8, 2014 after a late-night walk among fireflies
Fish/bug Morph, acrylic on canvas, 1998