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156. One poem with three names

1. The Green

2. The Habits and the Flow

3. The Human Condition 

The reds go to the green

The reds go to the green

But he is overwhelmed and afloat

The river flows rigorously by him

And everywhere else

He remembers the river from a dream

 

The browns are curious, supportive and showing the way

Just as the lines of his drawings are

And the Green welcomes them

 

There are golden drops all over the place

I told you he is overwhelmed

I did not tell you it is joy

 

The reds are riding in dutifully

Hoping they are in the right direction

Reminding of biblical tribes of nomads

Who always go to where the green goes. 

A few notes: 

The nomads who follow the green are the subconscious habits that we have. Of course I did not think this when I wrote the poem. You try to escape them by changing your life and there they are with you again.

This is a description of my life at the moment. Of course I did not think so when I wrote it. The lines help me a lot to see clearly.

The joy is all over the place, in the curiosity, in the creativity, in the love, in the beauty, in itself.

The poem has power because it speaks in pre-language. You put words to it but it is the pre-language that speaks.

The river was seen sharply and clearly in a deep state, showing me that the flow of real life is always right here with us, strong and eternal.

Why is the green the hero?

About satisfaction: 

When beauty is created through you there is satisfaction.

It is the beauty that came through, that puts you in wonder, provoking deep appreciation and thankfulness, that you can also call satisfaction.

You feel you did something that is meaningful. You expanded, surprisingly. You have more love now. This is satisfaction.

Do you need anything? No. Thanks. Everything is OK.

154. Parts play with parts

 

What is now

What is now

From here down it is earth

But earth does not exist

From here up it is heaven

But heaven does not exist

So what does?

The immediate experience here now

And what does it say?

The light has given birth

To the soft flesh

The soft flesh has separated

And parts play with parts

Imagining ins and outs

Firmnesses and softnesses

But look:

Up in the air

The angels caress us all

Breathing eternity. 

 

So tell me: Who are you? Are you the parts? Are you the light? Are you the angels? Or are you eternity? What do you want to do now?

153. Right behind it is you

 

Upside down moon

Upside down moon

In this upside down world

Where shame is king

And the beauty of the evening moon

Breaks your heart

Isn’t it natural

That we choose to make art?

There is a mountain range up in the sky

And there is a mountain range down

We are just waiting for the bird

To sit on a bough

The bird who’ll come to laugh at me

For going again

In the same old rout.

This is about automatic behavior. An old program kicks in. You find yourself angry at someone and afraid. You desperately seek your connection to the eternal, but the subtle and kind all-that-is will never push his way in. You have to open the gate.

And you have done just this so many times already, but there is still some more. And right behind it, lo and behold, right behind it is You.

152. The shadow

Flying in her/his dream

Flying in her/his dream

He/She

Is flying in

Her/his

Dream

The pillow

Is a man that he/she forgot

A man of peace

And of all ages

The darkness of the sky

Is like a guard

Who says “No” with one finger

The body

Is the secret

 

In this world

There is always a horizon

And when you are flying in the air

Your shadow cuts itself

On the rocks.

151. You can stand on one leg and grow

Like and airplane that grows to fly

Like an airplane that grows to fly

I want to invite you

For fun

And in this seed of thought

Everything in the universe is included

Come hold the world

With one eye closed

You may feel that you want to hold it tight

But I want to show you

How you start from a seed

And always remain flexible

This is our morning exercise of the heart

Start the day like an airplane

That grows to fly

And you can go in many directions

I want to show you

Oh, how much

I want to show you

That you can stand on one leg

And grow.

150. Resistance

Resistance sometimes comes in sweetly and you don’t even know it is resistance.

Backing up

Backing up

Graceful, with no legs, he stands in front of me and says

Yes, I am very interested in you

Hey wait a second, I think

Where are the decisions made?

Under my hat indeed

And behind my big nose

I look at him again

He is a cut winged angel

Tickling the sky when he tries to fly

Look at the flying orbs I tell him, to make him angry

And I start backing up

Phew!

149. The next turn

Sitting near the river

Sitting near the river

He is sitting in meditation

A bigger friend from many lifetimes

Is sitting with him

It is near the river

And you can see the water flow

Through his body

The mountains are really waves

Of soft energy

Warm in the summer’s afternoon

Taking his heart out with them

To the next turn of the river

It is a wonder

That there is still

Some of him

Here.

145. I

This is what we can do and this is what we are here for as therapists or healers or whatever.

We only have to assist everything that comes from inside of us in going its way out. It will go if we let it go.

It is all so simple.

So here is what I am letting go of today, this morning, after a night and after a day and after a night and a day and a week and a month and two month and seven years of pain that crawls on you at night and crawls on you in the day and makes you tremble, and makes your nervous system shake day and night, and who makes your body tense, even as you sleep. There is not much that I can do directly with the pain, I have learned this already. I can work at it as we work on changing the direction of a rowboat in the water. We stop rowing in the way we did. We start rowing in the direction we want to go. The boat will still go some more in the direction it was going before, because of the momentum. But eventually, at some point, and it is hard to know exactly where this point is, the boat will be going in the new direction. Not exactly as we planned, but still, in the direction that you want to go. Maybe it will turn out to be even better than you thought?

And how do we let go of things? How do we let go of the old direction?

We just see them from a deeper state. That’s all we have to do. A deeper state means that it is the energy of the truth of who we are. The endless love, the endless joy.

And how do we start rowing in the direction we want to go?

We just stay more in the energy of who we are.

All is a play.

And what a wonderful playing it is.

Go ask Gaugin

Go ask Gaugin 

I

With the beliefs that I have made

With the trees in me

With the beauty and craziness of it all

In me

I

Take the trees for example

Growing from the hard earth

Like habits

Drinking the blood of the fields

I

Look at the grimace on my face

It is coming out now

From memories

Of colors in the past

I.

142. process with three pictures

The night was torturous.

The pain, which used to be concentrated in one place, spread to bigger areas and to both feet. I don’t know how to describe it so that you will be able to really have a sense of what it is. It is a big experience. Waves after waves of tremendous energy pass through the feet, and hurt as they pass through the hurting places. The hurt is so strong that all my body stiffens, and sometimes, jerky movements happen to the feet and the rest of the body. I clutch with my hands anything that is near them. There is fear of the pain in my stomach and chest, pressure in my throat. There are very few thoughts in my head. I am an old hand. I become the viewer, the spectator of all of these. I let them happen. I gradually calm my reactions and then, sometimes, the pain is reduced. Sometimes I depart from the body and fill the room or the neighborhood. Sometimes I let my imagination take me anywhere it wants to go and I end up in far away places. The pain calls me back and I become the spectator again. Sometimes I force myself to see myself walking in nature, riding my bicycle, swimming, sitting on a hilltop and looking at mountains and rivers.

There is a tremor throughout all the nervous system. If I fall asleep, I wake up after a short while, half an hour or an hour and my whole body shakes strongly from the pain.

I don’t know if this describes my experience well enough. I hope you get some feeling of it. Don’t dwell on it. This is just the beginning. It is going to get better.

This night I did not fall asleep. The pain was too strong and too disturbing. At 2 AM I came to make a drawing, to see what was going on.

And this is the drawing I made.

Darkness strangling the light

Darkness strangling the light

I immediately wrote about it with words that came easily, even though I was so tired and longing to sleep.

 

All the forces of the dark

And all the possibilities of pain

Come to conquer the light

 If the light dies

There is no conflict

Any more

The story ends

And what is left

Is love

Everywhere.

 

Between 4 and 7 I slept three times, for less than an hour every period.

The last sentence that came to me made a big difference in my mood. Or maybe it was a small difference. How can you know?

There are people and guides who advise to acknowledge the pain, to say thank you for its service, as it has pushed me really hard to the life of dedication to being connected with the eternity that I am.

Some guides spoke about how lucky I was to have had something that not just prodded me but really pushed me so hard. Then, after acknowledging, the guides say, move yourself into the condition that you choose. You do this with the imagination, and you make sure that you stay in the feeling of being in such a state, experiencing it as thoroughly as you can. This is the two pronged approach that I actually like.

But I know of another one too, which is more natural. It says: Just see what is going on in the subconscious and let it go. In its place, a better state will arise. This series of drawings and writings presents this second way.

So in the morning, after the usual morning activities, I do a second drawing. There have been many times, in which I did the drawings soon after one another. This time I felt that every drawing gave me some fulfillment and I needed some time to let it do its work in my subconscious, before I started the next drawing. When it felt right I did the next one. Here it is. My question was again: What is going on in my subconscious now?

 

Running right, looking left

Running righ, looking left

 

And this is the text that came spontaneously when the drawing was done.

 

I feel I am running in two directions

I want to know

That I’m okay already

And do not have to run

Anywhere

I am running very fast

And look back as I run

I hesitate

I’d like to calm down

And run nowhere

Anymore

Everybody is running

I feel I should be running too

But I stopped to ask

What are we escaping?

Maybe I do not have to run?

Maybe I can stay here?

What difference does it make

To an infinite being?

 

You can see that the mood is totally different. There is movement, hesitation and the dawning of a deeper experience.

 

I did a few scheduled things and after about an hour I drew again, with the same question.

 

The baby with the seeds of creation

The baby with the seeds of creation 

And wrote again.

 

The child of wonder

With seeds of all kinds

Is being loved beyond measure

By the guides

Is supported all the time

And all is just 

The way it should be.

 

This ended the process this time. It helped change my mood in a big way. Feeling being loved always makes a big difference. These are my experiences these days. They are available to you too, of course in your own unique ways.

 

And just to make sure that you know: In the words for the first drawing I mentioned dark forces. Just know: There are no bad forces in the universe, unless you make them in your imagination. You really don’t have to make them. Believe me. Release all your inventions and you’ll find that the universe infinitely loves.

141. Flying is daring

I came to my desk at around 5AM again. I made the drawing that you see here. I wrote what parts of the drawing conveyed to me. I scrambled the sentences and rewrote them in a new order. I read. It did not make much sense to me, so I left it on the desk, to see it in the morning.

In the morning I immediately saw that it was a very coherent advice from my intuition. I want to show you how these things work, because you can do it too. Maybe at first it will feel strange and untrustworthy. But as you do this more times you will start seeing that it never fails to deliver something of importance, assisting you on your path. I am not the only one who has a guide inside of him. Everybody has. Listening to this guidance, you know that you are never alone. You know that you are loved. Basically you realize there is no problem anywhere. There is only your free will, choosing to allow the flow of who-you-are, or resisting it.

Trees do not think

Trees do not think

Be very forceful and decisive now

Thinking is like flying to places

It is hard to hold all this in your head

Look at your neighbor the tree

This is the way the air goes through it

The pipe is open and listening

And remember:

Flying is daring.

Now if you look at the drawing you’ll see the little tree near the base, in yellow.

The flesh color part, as if turning toward something, which is outside and being strong and with a specific intension, made me write the first line.

The green shape in the upper right, made me write about flying.

The violet and the dark pink, looking like a living thing breathing, made me write about the pipe, open and listening.

The circle in the upper middle part of the drawing made me think about a head that carries everything.

The flying part brought another sentence about thinking as flying.

The light blue little balloon-like shape, under the head and slightly to the left, made me write the sentence about air.

The tree is a being that has no thoughts to block the flow of what-it-is.

Now when I read the poem, this is what comes to me from the reading:

I am still in the process of healing. It has gone well. Maybe it is the last step. I have to be decisive and keep my focus on being healthy.

My thoughts will take me where I want to go. They will fly me, as it came in the original sentences.

It is hard to do all this from the head, meaning through thoughts of the limited “I”.

This part knows only about differences among things. If you want to go west, thoughts about the east will come up too and the two directions will have to fight with each other. The fighting makes you tired and you lose the focus.

The only way to do it right is through the heart, meaning, opening your mental and emotional being to become a non-resisting pipe, to allowing who-you-truly-are flow through you. This flow, if not hindered, is the solution to everything. It always has a focus and since health is inherent in it, it will bring health, if you want it.

The daring has to do with trusting the unknown to guide you.

When you see in your experience that the unknown loves you and can guide you if you are willing to be guided by it, the trusting becomes easier. The daring becomes a habit.


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