Capturing Energy

Muddling Language,

Does not honor indescribable moments.

Energies only felt by the soul can not be explained by the mind.

These experiences were maybe not meant to be shared,

Or attempted to be understood by others.

They are tailored to our individual beings.

They are only ours to know.

The first time someone made love to you.

The grief brought on by being forced to let go of your riverbanks of support.

The intensity of meeting God.

The liberation of embodying your darkness.

The chaos of understanding your internal disasters.

The undying waves of gratitude for being created exactly where you needed to be.

These moments I wanted to keep.

These moments, I can only capture through paint.

With no technical execution.

For experience does not have a mechanical structure laid out before it.

It has an energy like magick.

And magick doesn’t often come with many words.