Archive for February, 2014

180. It is time for it to go

Riverside roads wind

Riverside roads wind

The way the hills are covered with green

In the spring

Oh!

The rivers of the earth flow

The river roads wind

If you want to be in on all of this

Go to the tree that points in all directions

In the middle of the landscape

An interesting co-occurrence may unfold

Don’t mind the little blood that pours

You will be in touch with the old

You will remember the quarry with the back stones

And an ancient thought

Will show itself

To be dismissed

It is time for it to go.

179. Can’t describe (For Anita’s birthday)

 

Nature is crazy about you

Nature is crazy about you

The natural world is crazy about you

Your energy responds

By getting warm in places

The wooden deck is growing suns

And acting like a down quilt

I can’t describe in words

How nature loves

Forget the words

And you will know.

178. I am here

 

A bit chaotic as I am

A bit chaotic as I am

I feel that I am falling apart

I look at the mountains

And feel intimate with them

I try to be like trees

And have my wounds to prove it

Then

With amazement

I note

That, a bit chaotic as I am,

And disintegrated

I am also watching all of this

Experiencing touch

And even more than this

I’m making it

Rocks and trees and body

I

Am here.

177. The bird is infinite

She wants to fly up and up and far

She wants to fly up and up ad far

 

The bird is infinite

 

She wants to fly up and up and far

But tears attach her to the sea of sorrow

Her ideas limit her

The rock of pain

Threaten to block her

 

The sea is wide

The angels watch and cannot interfere

Their heart cries out

Come, come, sweet bird

You can

 

And what’s the source of power?

It’s in the knowing

That her mind

navigates

Her thinking

Moves her

 

Think flying on

Think delighting in the life on earth

Think love given and received

 

And if one day

All your ideas will cease

Where will you find yourself?

Sweet bird

Where will you be?

 

And aren’t you already there

Right now?

176. Moving fingers and toes

Microbes

Microbes

In the middle is a package

With a secret

Of unknown consequences

All other things in this picture could be microbes

With a very elaborate social order

And rules of conduct

But in spite of that

They cannot contain their joy

For just being able to move their fingers

And toes

And they keep doing it

Secretly

But since all of them are doing it

They discover each other

In new ways

And through their joyous smiles

Become one

With no beginning

And end

Enfolding endless possibilities

Of love.


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Entries 1-58 show how I use the method of Intuition Through Art to heal myself from Peripheral Neuropathy.