Witness To The Vortex

Prisms of our soul.
Illuminate the light between the divide.
We peer through the windows.
Yearning to see through the stained glass what we are missing.
We are captivated by its numinosity.
Like the forgotten diamond under pressure.
We can withstand no longer.
The mystery beckons us to engage.
We burst through the dark maze-like caverns.
We remember in our bodies when we hear our own name called again.

Acrylic and mixed media on canvas, 12in x 12in