Healing and growth through intuitive art
The lines say don’t
Please do not come here
We will fight against you
The wine says full
Says wet
Says heavy
The green says upward
Home and trees
The white says open
Free and fly
All things are watching me
But the bird is eying endlessness
With no intention.
As you see
The areas overlap
And struggle with each other
For control of the same space
And what if they knew
That the same space
Is open and given to every one of them
With no limitations
All with love and joy and acceptance
Be they as they want to be
And the radiating hurt
Is like roots
Trying to hold on
With fingernails
To a piece of ground with no water
Or food
Bt they can change their experience
And feel blessed
In being able to dance that dance
And infinite number of others
For all eternity
With nothing to loose
Nothing to gain
Just joy.
In some place
Like in so many others
For this moment
The plant is attached to the tip of the world
The balance of flat and broken and empty
Of dots and leaves and feathers
Depends on
One very thin line
In a way that is unknown to us
The open chord of feathers in the moving air
Is perfect
For those who also like dots on a white surface
This is a rock
For children
Who make rocks and plants
From dreams.
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