Barbara M Schwarz: 37 books

The beauty we recall helps us as humans to stand tall. For "I dabble in a golden pond, and all my memories bond, of which, I once was fond" ~ for so it carries on, the echo as a swan song, graceful in its ease, with which its leaves such memories, that twinkle in the golden light of days...

An artist know that in the struggle of what we show, there is a special moment to let go and enjoy inspiration overflow - the moment that I'm alive to clarity and simply see what's in front of me helps collectively to feel what is in a moment real - the rush of senses overwhelms you and you are caught up in what you do - when joy floods true a spectrum of light anew within the depth of you!

This is the conclusion to a heat and light profusion - a sense of stilled confusion - no more a wish to gain illusion. A simple resting point in stillness to anoint. The journey that we start, grabs us by the heart, but when it's all done, the stillness consumes everyone.

The world is inside-out: we like to look about but once round the globe, our own perception strobe and clear to refresh an atmosphere of what we once discovered dear and yet, back into view... once again the world we knew, calling back to welcome you.

A golden memory in autumn sets free inspiration harmony for in the mush so much gush out that we start to shout with glee when we see autumn's harmony in the light set free between the dark and light menagerie.

The greatest birth of what we know is hidden in deepest snow - when the frost bite hard, we lose our last charade and start to see, the magnificence of all that life can be and hanging on a tree, the music free a special song to embrace the depth that winter carries on until the flowers bloom life's freshest tune.

I keep you entertained - I help your voice to act disdained and yet I've never once complained, when you shake your head at me - the jokes that come are fast and free, and you will get to see, that however much you try - you'll always sigh and be... glad to have a friend like me - and though you know...

The world I now see opened up for free and what is left is neither deft nor cleft - it is the simple flow of life tumbling with thoughts we know are gathered apace as round our garden light and energy space a trace of the divine when we breathe in our own time.

A world beyond what I (used to) do - that world anew - return to you : a world where mystery fold colours bright and bold, and to the earth behold: a simple life shrine - a message most divine, to leave a former rhyme that we cannot define. In the action of our time - there a living sign: beyond the message see, the simplest point of harmony.

As I stood in freshest breeze, the wind a garden memory tease of musicality in summer's ecstasy.

However grand or short our tale, it is the moment we set sail, when all the former pale away, a fresh new wind come into play, that lets us see in grand array: it was the entire journey, that made our perfect day! Hurry, scurry, there now in summer's flurry come and walk with me, and on a mountain see, the view eclipse magically, the ardour of our century.

The light breaks down what we see into colour harmony and swept with joy and movement rhyme, the abstract becomes a matter of fact - a joy that we can see in colour memory that beckons us be wise to how our time in seasons flies.

A final buzz of energy - and Summer took over so swiftly: Spring endeavoured courageously and then turned around to see: the bee now hummed profusely. A final sense it's all got going - and the apex soon be showing - how golden is the time: our lives arose to pure sunshine.

'Sparking Design' starts now to chime and capture design in our own time. Experience shows what now flows as the inspiration grows. When we start afresh, we see the old that intermesh, but over time we learn to see far greater possibility as we interlink what in time we know can synch - the old and...