Healing and growth through intuitive art
There is an upper part
and a lower part
in the drawing
The clouds in the night sky
fly near the moon
then they freely go much farther
They are echoes
of the
no-sound
The earth is always hurrying somewhere
but this is truly
part of a bigger flow
The horizon is a line
that is
only in the mind
Is it all but
one big eye
looking?
Hearing the sound
The knowledge that does not fit in the shape
Requires a mouth that is shut for now
The joy of expanding
Like children in a school break
Running out to the yard
Is like an eye that is open to the ocean
The face that will not be intact any more
Collapses because of an ear that hears the eternal sound
A hair that flies in the wind is left
From the static posture that breaks open.
The eye
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.
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