Healing and growth through intuitive art
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.
This is who we are
I am moved
Because it is beautiful for me
Meaning, Something from home
Love coming through
There is an external story
Of shapes doing
Like, maybe, a tree grows on a rock
Maybe it is turning into a monster
Doing strange things
But inside
In a one two three rhythm
We go from total darkness
To the blue sky
Or a lake
It is ancient
It has always been here
And we have been looking
The outside has muscles
The inside is a whispering light
Of love
This is how we are
And this is how everything comes to us
To see the dark of night
And the blue of the sky
This is how we are.
Author’s note:
Words float on energy
Like colorful mosaic stones
On the concrete
Of a wall
The wall holds everything
The concrete flows from floor to ceiling
The stones don’t have to hold the wall
That’s the way I write
Spontaneously
The words
Float in energy
The energy connects all
The words don’t have
To do the same job
That’s why
My text is skipping
Don’t worry
Go with the energy.
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