
Not even this
Veils
In the shape
Of a cliff
Or like a sky rearranged
And lights
That shine
Between the silence
And what is
Not even this
Healing and growth through intuitive art

Not even this
Veils
In the shape
Of a cliff
Or like a sky rearranged
And lights
That shine
Between the silence
And what is
Not even this

For a moment
He appeared
Tricking all the world
Into being.
Then he left
Into the wind
As if
He never was.

There is no house
The sky came
From all directions
With little lights
To celebrate
The structure that you made
Around your house
To keep and to repair it.
The structure moves,
It grows, it knows..
But look!
There is no house inside.
Just sky.

The sky came
From all directions
With little lights
To celebrate
The structure that you made
Around your house
To keep and to repair it.
The structure moves,
It grows
It knows..
But look!
There is no house inside,
Just sky.

This time I won’t write a poem, but a description .
At first, when I drew, I thought that the lines represented the pain that I experienced, Relentless and continuous.
Then they looked like rain.
And in the end they started to look like trees without leaves, shivering in the cold.
Behind the lines there is a landscape.
The lines are like a filter that you have to pass, if you want to go beyond. You can get caught in the filter and you will suffer pain, rain, cold and longing for leaves.
But you can also pass gently, carefully, sensitively, through the spaces between the lines, and then you will find yourself in the place where it is beautiful.
This, in a way, is the essence of spiritual practice.
You can’t eliminate all the obstructions in your personal filter. Usually there are too many of them. But you can teach yourself how to pass in the spaces among them, to arrive at where there is beauty, love, playfulness and joy. The air from the landscape is already here.
And when your practice is through making art, you are already half way there.

It used to be a mountain
Full of rocks
And now it is a dream
That dreams itself
To be.

Wanting
And the want dissolves
Fluttering once more
In the wordless void,
How can anything
Not wholly beautiful
exist?

He was hungry
When he fell
His green was still alive
His sun still yearned to shine
A little more
His joys and sorrows
Leaned against the wall
The light has started
Growing bigger
It was beautiful
He knew
Now where is
The unseeable heart
That will accept him all
Into itself?

I am disappearing
In my room
Gray light is coming
From the window
My lungs are still breathing
Sky
My heart is still beating
Red and green
Broken as I am
I still remember earth.