Healing and growth through intuitive art
When you look up
To the sky
In a clear night
You can see
A dodo
Who is extinct
But is being represented
By rubies
In the sky.
In the same way
A simple piece of ground
Can be a throne
And a halo
That an angel
Cannot stop himself
From playing with
Can turn into
A motorcycle wheel
In our troubled times.
Red
That day
The body was made
Of dry twigs.
It walked across the
Blue mountain ridge.
But the ridge was not
In this world.
It belonged to a place
Where meteorites
Fall in the white sky.
The body took
Two clouds of dust
With it
And its heart beat
Red, red and red.
Not even this
Veils
In the shape
Of a cliff
Or like a sky rearranged
And lights
That shine
Between the silence
And what is
Not even this
There is no house
The sky came
From all directions
With little lights
To celebrate
The structure that you made
Around your house
To keep and to repair it.
The structure moves,
It grows, it knows..
But look!
There is no house inside.
Just sky.
The sky came
From all directions
With little lights
To celebrate
The structure that you made
Around your house
To keep and to repair it.
The structure moves,
It grows
It knows..
But look!
There is no house inside,
Just sky.
The poem describes a trip from left to right in the picture.
I am running rhythmically
Down a tree covered hill
Becoming breathless suddenly
As I see the omen in the air.
The landscape sends me
Through the fields
Toward a tree that welcomes me
Into a spot
from which I’ll have to leap
Across the empty sky
To meet the sun
That hides behind a cloud.
And I wonder:
How will I make the leap
after having lost my name?
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.
So familiar
And yet
I do not
Know them
Each is busy
With his things
But they talk
With not a word between them
there is big sky
And roads to walk
The two are walking
With not a person there.
Is it a mountain
Or the roof of a barn?
Is this a cloud
Or a smoking chimney?
And this,
Is this a man
With a bird in his hand?
What does he think about?
Do his thoughts
Dive in the sky?
And the drop of green
That fell on the face of the paper,
Why did it fall?
Can this drop be another world
With other people and birds?
Why don't they come closer
To shake hands with us
To have tea
And talk about our lives?
And can the children
Go out and play together
In the backyards
Of the universe?
The mountain range is dreaming
It throws little lakes around
And casts reflections
In ochre and purple
When the sun goes down
To meet the mountains
The mountains cry
To the sky
And the other little mountain
Alone at the side
Oh,
Is in awe
The pain in my feet is hard to take. The body does not like it. The subconscious thinks it is terrible and something must be done immediately. I sit on the bed and place the more hurting foot over the other foot. I put my two palms on two different places between the knee and the pelvis. I want to feel both palms, as they touch the leg, at the same time. Not to move my attention from one to the other. Together. It is impossible to do with effort. I know already. So I relax as much as I can. I tell myself: Go empty. Go empty. Empty. I give away thoughts and worries. I feel calm for a moment. The pain goes crazy but for just a moment There is calm. In that moment the experience of the two palms touching in their different spots comes to me. It is not me chasing after the experience. It comes to me. It does not come to the mind but to the heart.
I stay in the experience. Within the environment of crazy pain, there is an area of peace, in which the experience of two separate hands touching two different places on the leg somehow continues to exist. I leave my attention there. I keep being careful not to make an effort. I just tune into experiencing the two touches. And the calm starts to grow.
Then there is a relaxation of the whole body. After some time the pain fades out from the foot that hurts more. Now it moves to the other foot and I continue. This is a healing state.
Sometimes the peace grows and I feel that I am the peace. Then the event of the pain in the body looks like an interesting event in eternity. And it is as if I am the little mountain at the side.
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