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Healing and growth through intuitive art
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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.

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.

Like Soutine
Never fit in
Approximate
Roll colors
On your tongue
Eat the fields
Swim behind your ribs
Adjust your heart
To pleasant warm
Know that grass
Will yellow in the summer
Find the blue
Lie flat on your back
And follow the stars.

So familiar
And yet
I do not
Know them
Each is busy
With his things
But they talk
With not a word between them
there is big sky
And roads to walk
The two are walking
With not a person there.

Still bent
But starting to straighten out
Still struggling
But Starting to radiate
Walking on the earth
With the sun in his heart.

She talked harshly to the children
There was only love among them
They were too nervous to learn
She was too nervous to teach
It stayed like this for many years
In the end of which it was
The habitual way to feel good
Togeher.

Is it a mountain
Or the roof of a barn?
Is this a cloud
Or a smoking chimney?
And this,
Is this a man
With a bird in his hand?
What does he think about?
Do his thoughts
Dive in the sky?
And the drop of green
That fell on the face of the paper,
Why did it fall?
Can this drop be another world
With other people and birds?
Why don't they come closer
To shake hands with us
To have tea
And talk about our lives?
And can the children
Go out and play together
In the backyards
Of the universe?

There was a thought
And very soon emotions gathered
In no time
The wind will chase them all away
But we will still be blinded
By the light they had.