Healing and growth through intuitive art
Ancient roads
Creating
Mountains and rivers and sky
Means
Daring to be me.
I am nothing but a sage sitting
And these days
Here
I am learning to take space with colors
To draw lines and fill them up
With tints of ancient roads
Eternal
Every day.
Every little bit of self knowing leads to a little bit Self discovery.
Movements made of mistakes
It suddenly came to me
To ask the space to talk about what he sees
That happens in it
It seems like the most surprising act of circus acrobats
He says
In movements that look as if they are all mistakes
And falling down, attempting some spectacular show
The acrobats manage to put up in the air
A variety of movements
That express running and flying
Longing and trying to hold on
To just anything
Culminating in the unfolding of the sweet unknown
Which, of course, is me, the space
Who is talking to you
Right now.
All is not what it seems to be
What seemed like an iron plate
On the road
Turned out to be an open space
Receding
What looked like a weary figure
Bent by hard work and headless
Turned to be a source
Of unknown energies
What seemed like the usual
Santa Fe desert landscape
Turned out to be
Mysterious shifting planes
What looked like the shadow of a businessman
Turned out to be endlessly deep
And the source
Of tremendous love.
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