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161. The nose is like a telescope

 

Collapsing

Collapsing

The door swings open

The man is trying to stand

But it is all going to fall on him now

Will something good happen in the end?

He had built a structure

And it is like a cartoon now

The man is lying on his stomach

The telescope collapses on him

Many people collapse on him

It is comical

He is still in pain

But the cartoon is promising that something funny will happen

Watch for signs

The façade of the building smiles

The nose is like a telescope

And the structure is collapsing now

 

Trying to carry his burden

The man still hangs on

To his imagination.

 

Tell me, my intuition: What is going on with me now, I asked?

Isn’t it amazing to be able to find this out so easily?

Want to try?

Ask your intuition: What is going on with me now?

Make an intuitive drawing (Go to PsychotherapyThroughArt.com. Bring the cursor to “Services”. A scroll down menu will open. Bring the cursor to “E-mail art therapy”. Another scroll down menu will open. Click on “The deepening art process 1”. After you read it there will be a link to “The deepening art process 2”). These two pages will show you how to make an intuitive drawing.

When you are done,

Collect words and sentences from different parts of the drawing. Mix them up and create a poem from them.

160. Eternal every day

Ancient roads

Ancient roads

Creating

Mountains and rivers and sky

Means

Daring to be me.

I am nothing but a sage sitting

And these days

Here

I am learning to take space with colors

To draw lines and fill them up

With tints of ancient roads

Eternal

Every day.

 

 Every little bit of self knowing leads to a little bit Self discovery.

159. Lines across the path

Lines across the path

Lines across the path

The soft lines of ploughed earth

End at the foot of the hills

Where the flow of green

Also stops

Red in the sky warns you

That it can turn black

 

And even here

At the beginning of your trip

Where you can touch the earth

With bare feet

There is a branch across your path

Are you sure you want to go?

 

And the river speaks for you

Saying yes.

I did not like this drawing so much and it lay on the table for a while.

The “reading” was so simple and straight forward. You just describe what you see and you have the meaning.

So many times it is like this, in life too, that the secret is hidden in plain sight.

It is about resistance: The fear of moving in your flow. If you want to flow, change the subject of your trust from habits to  love.

157. The writing he leaves behind

Walking with his dream

Walking with his dream

The little kid

Is walking an ancient path

The rocks become brittle

And turn into sand

The little hill

Loves to feel his feet on its back

The little hill and he

Are good, loving, friends

Sometimes it rains

And memories of old friend river

Turn to memories of old friend mud

But he walks on with old friend wonder

And you can read his writing

Which he leaves behind

Written on the air

When you see

A leaf falling

Or when a bird

Flying through the sky

Is gone. 

 

This came when I could not sleep at 3 or 4 from the pain.

I thought that what would come would be bitter, frustrated or something of this sort. But this came, almost as it is.  I made only a few little changes. How can it be?

How can I be tortured physically and have this come through me?

What do you think?

For the time being, my body is there and my mind is here. Soon my body will start following my mind.

And where will I be then?

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.

155. Soft light starting to increase

Soft light starting to arise

Soft light starting to arise

He is

Very intent

Focused

With his playfulness

With curiosity

Like a child

With a pure heart

Waiting

And the morning is coming

The soft light starting to increase

And we ask

When will he realize

That he is the sun

That is arising?

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.


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