How I started painting:
Even as a Child I have felt alone. And one day I met my Muse.
I recently got my heart broken
By the man I believe to be my soul mate
When he knocked at my door I was already waiting for him
When I saw him for the first time...I wanted to touch his face...his eyes...
his lips and I wanted him to hold me
But I couldn't do that because he wouldn't have understood
When I looked into his eyes I recognized him
I had been waiting for him all my life
He doesn't know who I am. He did say I looked familiar
I immediately welcomed him into my home...my life and inside of me
For the longest time I thought I had no soul mate
I have been alone all my life, even as a child I felt alone
I now realize that-We got separated before coming to this earth, I came before him, we met at the wrong time and are not meant to be together in this life time-but I did get to meet him and spend some time with him and for that I am grateful
I knew from the beginning that it would be a matter of time before I'd have to say goodbye-but I wanted it to last as long as possible
I will cherish that time together
The first time we looked into each others eyes...our first kiss.. the first caress...mmm the first time we made love...and every time after that was delicious... incredible...amazing...
This man made me feel like no one had ever done...the way he looked at me...the way he touched me...the perfect fit...the right rhythm
I was in total ecstasy...in a trance...in another world
Nothing mattered...nothing else existed but that moment
I was beyond myself-I felt as if though he turned me inside out and was touching every part of me...every nerve...every hair was aroused...I was on fire
I gave myself completely-The man took me to the edge...dangled me from the cliff and brought me back every time
The time came that I had to let him go and say goodbye and it hurt and I miss him so much. I cried for two months and I painted him to get him out of my head. I know he is not happy because he is not with his soul mate. As for me I have my three little Angels to ease the pain of the loneliness to keep me company. And maybe someday in another life time we can be together again.
Every time is like the first time
Every time is like the last time
When I met you for the first time
I knew it was a matter of time
There was a time
but that time
Is no more
M. Reyna-Varied Artist:Painter, Photographer, Poet, Storyteller.
Image: Mis Manos by Maria Reyna