Healing and growth through intuitive art
Soft light starting to arise
He is
Very intent
Focused
With his playfulness
With curiosity
Like a child
With a pure heart
Waiting
And the morning is coming
The soft light starting to increase
And we ask
When will he realize
That he is the sun
That is arising?
What is now
From here down it is earth
But earth does not exist
From here up it is heaven
But heaven does not exist
So what does?
The immediate experience here now
And what does it say?
The light has given birth
To the soft flesh
The soft flesh has separated
And parts play with parts
Imagining ins and outs
Firmnesses and softnesses
But look:
Up in the air
The angels caress us all
Breathing eternity.
So tell me: Who are you? Are you the parts? Are you the light? Are you the angels? Or are you eternity? What do you want to do now?
Upside down moon
In this upside down world
Where shame is king
And the beauty of the evening moon
Breaks your heart
Isn’t it natural
That we choose to make art?
There is a mountain range up in the sky
And there is a mountain range down
We are just waiting for the bird
To sit on a bough
The bird who’ll come to laugh at me
For going again
In the same old rout.
This is about automatic behavior. An old program kicks in. You find yourself angry at someone and afraid. You desperately seek your connection to the eternal, but the subtle and kind all-that-is will never push his way in. You have to open the gate.
And you have done just this so many times already, but there is still some more. And right behind it, lo and behold, right behind it is You.
Flying in her/his dream
He/She
Is flying in
Her/his
Dream
The pillow
Is a man that he/she forgot
A man of peace
And of all ages
The darkness of the sky
Is like a guard
Who says “No” with one finger
The body
Is the secret
In this world
There is always a horizon
And when you are flying in the air
Your shadow cuts itself
On the rocks.
Like an airplane that grows to fly
I want to invite you
For fun
And in this seed of thought
Everything in the universe is included
Come hold the world
With one eye closed
You may feel that you want to hold it tight
But I want to show you
How you start from a seed
And always remain flexible
This is our morning exercise of the heart
Start the day like an airplane
That grows to fly
And you can go in many directions
I want to show you
Oh, how much
I want to show you
That you can stand on one leg
And grow.
Resistance sometimes comes in sweetly and you don’t even know it is resistance.
Backing up
Graceful, with no legs, he stands in front of me and says
Yes, I am very interested in you
Hey wait a second, I think
Where are the decisions made?
Under my hat indeed
And behind my big nose
I look at him again
He is a cut winged angel
Tickling the sky when he tries to fly
Look at the flying orbs I tell him, to make him angry
And I start backing up
Phew!
Sitting near the river
He is sitting in meditation
A bigger friend from many lifetimes
Is sitting with him
It is near the river
And you can see the water flow
Through his body
The mountains are really waves
Of soft energy
Warm in the summer’s afternoon
Taking his heart out with them
To the next turn of the river
It is a wonder
That there is still
Some of him
Here.
Crossing over
I am coming in carefully
Habituated into making certain movements
Smooth and strong
Listening in the ways that I have learned
Meaning to just cross over
To the other side
But doing this
I have to step on some accepted wisdom
Of the locals
Graceful and wise
They let me pass
Pretending not to pay attention
While they send me a smile
From the corner of their eye
Time passes
With dark nights and windy rains
In spite of being separate
We get wet together
And we realize
That in our separateness
And in the ways that we communicate
We are playing one game
And we are not two
But one.
Movements made of mistakes
It suddenly came to me
To ask the space to talk about what he sees
That happens in it
It seems like the most surprising act of circus acrobats
He says
In movements that look as if they are all mistakes
And falling down, attempting some spectacular show
The acrobats manage to put up in the air
A variety of movements
That express running and flying
Longing and trying to hold on
To just anything
Culminating in the unfolding of the sweet unknown
Which, of course, is me, the space
Who is talking to you
Right now.
Baby of light
Baby of light
With a hurting lower part
Of the body
Baby of light with a red hand
Baby blue
Baby sad
Baby with water
Murmuring in springs
Underground
Baby with new wings
And soft plumage
Growing.
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