my spirit thrives
I’ve slept on the desert floor
The night wind blowing,
My Spirit thrived.

I’ve slept in the ocean waves
My Spirit thrived.

I’ve lost myself many ways
Only to see
My Spirit thrived.

I found myself
I was not lost
My Spirit thrives.

Michael Bailey
Michael Bailey’s career as a visual artist/poet spans over four decades. Her poetry often inspires a new painting and sometimes it even becomes imbedded in her mixed-media art. Whether poetry or painting, she works from a state of quiet receptivity allowing heart and hand to move of their own accord. Without preconceptions Michael trusts in the direction that inspiration provides. “I paint and write for the joy of discovering the endless forms that creative energy can assume - in me and on the paper in front of me.”michael bailey logo. You can follow Michael on her website or on Facebook.

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