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.
Healing and growth through intuitive art
And now not going anywhere
Dead body is struggling
Against the beautiful
I’d say he’s scared
He’s sweet too
And light
But doesn’t know it
Who is breaking and falling apart
Becoming brittle?
Does the beauty break?
Or is it the strong air taking over?
Disappearing is the struggling body
Just as it was going up
To better places
All is good now
Only pleasure.
I sat at my desk at 5 in the morning. I slept well till then and it made a big difference.
As I made the lines in this drawing I knew that I was very patient and that I listened to every line as it was made. There was no decision about where the line would go until it went, and I would change direction in the middle of a movement if I felt that this was the truth of the moment. I felt very clearly when it was time to end and I did not touch the drawing any more after that.
I looked at every color and collected the sentences that came to me when I looked at them. I mixed the sentences and fixed them a little until they made sense.
This is not new. I just wanted to say these things to those who came late to this blog. It is a process of looking in and connecting with intuition, to see what is going on in my subconscious or the dream state. The dream state always goes on, even when we do not dream consciously. It has a mixture of programs that are active now in the subconscious and can be released, plus ideas in support of our growth and expansion. If we listen to it, we always benefit. It is the place where our life is being created, the factory of manifesting. Everything that we see there while being in this deeper, intuitive state that enables the seeing is being released, just by having been seen. Its power to create ends. We create less and become simpler.
Being simpler means that we have less filters in our subconscious and allow the truth to come to us both from the word and from within. When it comes from within, this is intuition.
Here is the drawing I made:
And these are the words, after some playing with them:
Though forms of the non physical
Argue very softly and transparently
That nothing is real
Blood pouring softly as curtains
Is just a story
That does not want to leave
The fact that the trees went upside down
And the sun is coming as showers
Shows that every thing
Comes to bless
Everything else
Memories of wet mud
Are just eternity speaking
Walking in the rain
Is the right thing to do.
The non-physicality of the earth
Is a thought
And a connection without words
The guides would like you to note
The intensity of mountains
Would like you to catch an unfinished cloud
Like a whiff of thought
And pay attention to different parts of the body
But you
Like the ancients in all the deserts
Want to go here
Want to go there.