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Healing and growth through intuitive art
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A man with a beard and a bird
It is a mystery
That’s made of nothing
And yet it works
Looking with no eyes
You’ll find
It’s made of
Blocks of dreams
And colors
That are open
To no end.

On the river of me
The sun here and there,
The trees, the fields, the lakes,
Some grass, some earth,
A friend, a flower,
A cloud, a bird, a song
And the longing in my heart
As I float
On the river
Of me.

Bursting
The heart is bursting
It wants to go up
The legs are pushing down
To make the body rise
But there is no ground
To push against
The ribs open up
And break
Shall I go up to the right?
Or left?
Or, maybe, just
Spread myself
Into the universe?

At first he looked to his right
Then he changed his mind
Now he is facing us
With interest
This has cleared his mind
From the magnetic fields
Of thinking
Enough
For an idea
To appear.

From within the moving lines
And out of grey fog
Come the hot
And burning
The radiant
And the heavily opaque
Strong, stronger and even more than that
And steam comes out of the encounter
Dusty and dark at times
All appearing in the white
And from the white
That lets them all be.

Dust has gathered
On the surface of my sun
My sun is emanating
Light and rain.
Discern:
Let your heart
Do the choosing
Let your sense of beauty
Show you
We are one.

Play
Big mind
And make me feel
The love
That I am.

The king is standing
Clumsily
The simple man is lying down
Perhaps he is stretched
In pain?
The sun is shining rather harshly
And there is no need for it
As everything
Is radiating
Inner light.