
I am disappearing
In my room
Gray light is coming
From the window
My lungs are still breathing
Sky
My heart is still beating
Red and green
Broken as I am
I still remember earth.
Healing and growth through intuitive art

I am disappearing
In my room
Gray light is coming
From the window
My lungs are still breathing
Sky
My heart is still beating
Red and green
Broken as I am
I still remember earth.

The earth
Displays
All that grow
And live on it
Like a chord
That is played
In silence.

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.

A reading of the drawing:
Bye…
I’m on my way folks
With a horse’s head, with a bandaged foot
Stepping off my pedestal
While trees still give away their leaves
To the barren earth
Don’t think too much, land
Allow the dark cow jump off and fly
The black and blue will disappear
In time.
Note:
I am not leaving the blog. This is just a reading of a passing mood as it presented itself in the drawing. You can read the drawing too, in your own way, and it will be true for you. It is fun.
Here are some of my interpretations of the poem’s lines:
Horse’s head – intuition
Bandaged foot – Still hurts
Trees giving away their leaves to the barren earth – Everything continues
Barren earth – not real
Don’t think too much – An advice to the people, made of earth
Allow the dark cow jump up and fly – observe from beyond the thoughts, and the cows will fly
The black and blue will disappear – All wounds will heal.
In time – Only in time can anything heal. Where there is no time, there are no wounds.
The way the roots develop
Is by inclusion of the earth
That is around them
The earth drinks the thoughts of the sky
And if you look at
How the earth is speaking body language
You’ll see
That the intensity of your pain
Is gone
Your fields are organized and loved
Your heart is green.
It is about my nerves growing, eating what the body has to offer them. The thoughts of the sky that feed the earth are my thoughts that create my body, and having changed my thoughts, the body, which is earth too, responds accordingly.
This is what my intuition says.
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?
Bend forward and blow a bubble in front of you
In it you’ll see a faint image of a hero
That you were
From your thoughts
Create an evolution of suns
Which are what you will be
You are coming from the earth
It seems
Standing on it
You perform your magical deeds
But you are that energy
That comes from deeper than the earth
To make the earth
To make you
And your miracles
Do you like the taste of it?
You have never been a hero
You will never be an evolution of suns
Because you are always
All of it.
Always
All of it.
Climbing with ease
Changing colors
Pretending to be a woman
Or maybe a scarf
Maybe a flower after the party
And maybe it is Minnie Mouse
And she is just looking at you
Before she leaves the screen
With everything fluffily flowing
Behind her
And maybe when she leaves
The joy will stay
And then leave too
As everything does here
On earth
And can an even greater joy
Come after that?