From sick and painful
Not to healthy in the flesh
But to the health of all there is
Both sick and healthy
Gone
Into the state of beingness.
Healing and growth through intuitive art
There is an eye
Everything grows around it
Real or unreal
We are always on the back of ancients
Good or bad
If you want to live forever
Do nothing
Settle in the eye.
Every time I sit down to draw and write it surprises me. I never know what will come out in the drawing and in the words.
I know that even if we do not want to live forever we do. But this is how the words came and I respected it. I know that it is not an eye that sees and knows everything. It is something that we cannot describe in words without making it into what it is not.
I know that it is impossible to describe things as real or unreal, and that there is no good or bad. Yet I wrote it as I did.
Don’t believe any word I say.
What seemed like an iron plate
On the road
Turned out to be an open space
Receding
What looked like a weary figure
Bent by hard work and headless
Turned to be a source
Of unknown energies
What seemed like the usual
Santa Fe desert landscape
Turned out to be
Mysterious shifting planes
What looked like the shadow of a businessman
Turned out to be endlessly deep
And the source
Of tremendous love.
I am just a memory
Of what it was
To be a person
I am the potential for more too
But I forgot
There is a big reason to frown
My memories think
As I am creating timespace
Every day
Far from infinity
I don’t even remember
That I can make all worries extinct
Or look like a fluffy cloud
Of rain long gone.
Above the blanket
Of green
Things become airy
Somewhere in the wilderness
A tree stands
In its raised hands
It holds you
And when you can see
Above the canopy
The mind goes to sleep
You know then
That it is beyond your control
To hold another world
In your thoughts
A tree
Reaching up in the mist
Turns very delicate
Too fast
Still remembering
How it came
From the rock.
Woken up around 3:30 at night, with the whole body trembling. I feel as if a different energy than my usual is entering my body. Maybe it is a dream and I am only half awake. I want to stay with it and allow the process to happen. After a while it is so uncomfortable that I get up and come to the studio. I turn on the light above the table.
I have been meditating a lot in bed at night. When the pain wakes me up I meditate. I connect with the feeling of “I.” I can experience how the body happens with all that happens in it. It is being manifested into being all the time. And I am watching everything. Then I fall asleep. The drawing is also about moving back and forth between the physical and the non physical.
Look
It is light blue outside now
Quite here but disappearing
And that’s the way it goes
The fruit that you are waiting for
Looks like leaves
But it is not
It is the body of the dream
In this cool air
Quite here
But disappearing.