Healing and growth through intuitive art
There is fire in my feet
But I am dancing
And lifting my heavy heart
A bird comes out from my head
Another bird is kissing me
I see my mom resting
On a big pink cloud
I am ready to sail on the river now
To pass the pasture
And come to my new playing field
I am quiet
I am strong
I only do what feels good to me
I am free.
My father lived at the top
On the right
This is after he died
I came to live on the rocks
Where you can see the lake
I sit on a bench
The evening comes like love
I let myself feel the evening
On my skin
Trees and stones look with me
Quietly
With not even one thought
In them
The moon, an adventurer,
Will come soon
To fly over the Galilee
Sharp rocks and all
I wonder if the roads can melt
The sky – yawn
Me – sing in a few voices
My higher self is resting too
No matter what he does
His language does not understand
The war
The sharp
The past
The will be
Deep in peace
He folds a sweater
Thoughts/things
Maybe it is strange, but these days nothing is more pleasant to me than sitting quietly somewhere and watching the interface with the quiet space that is always there, seeing how a few moving things in my mind calm down, feeling the body relaxing and staying there.
A person passes in the street on his bicycle and I feel this somewhere in my energy field, as if it happens there. I feel a stirring of a little, very pleasant excitement and then it goes away. I see it as if it is a thought.
The quiet space is alive. If I tune in to it, I know, thoughts like the one that is a person on a bicycle, are moving in it. There are stirrings like this in different depths. They all belong to something infinite that lives its inner life in this way, creating interest and feeling it.
I suddenly understand babies, twitching their feet when they get excited. They experience the stir in the infinite space when their wordless thoughts move. They feel as if it is a tickle. And who won’t twitch their feet when they are tickled?
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