
Soft clouds
Open up like wings
To wake up
The little houses
That are held
By the weave of the world.
It is time, they say,
To cross the bridge
Near the place
Where the sun ends the day
To a place
That you do not
Yet know.
Healing and growth through intuitive art

Soft clouds
Open up like wings
To wake up
The little houses
That are held
By the weave of the world.
It is time, they say,
To cross the bridge
Near the place
Where the sun ends the day
To a place
That you do not
Yet know.

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?

He was hungry
When he fell
His green was still alive
His sun still yearned to shine
A little more
His joys and sorrows
Leaned against the wall
The light has started
Growing bigger
It was beautiful
He knew
Now where is
The unseeable heart
That will accept him all
Into itself?

The king in me
Is sitting on a chair
The chair is on a rock
The rock is resting on the sun
The king is cold
And has a blanket on his knees
Near the king
The prince is playing
With his yellow ball
Dreaming
On a lake up in the sky
Where golden fish are swimming
The king is too old to rule
The prince is too young
To take his place
The boat of life
Is taking them along with it
To where it wants to go.

Dust has gathered
On the surface of my sun
My sun is emanating
Light and rain.
Discern:
Let your heart
Do the choosing
Let your sense of beauty
Show you
We are one.
Bend forward and blow a bubble in front of you
In it you’ll see a faint image of a hero
That you were
From your thoughts
Create an evolution of suns
Which are what you will be
You are coming from the earth
It seems
Standing on it
You perform your magical deeds
But you are that energy
That comes from deeper than the earth
To make the earth
To make you
And your miracles
Do you like the taste of it?
You have never been a hero
You will never be an evolution of suns
Because you are always
All of it.
Always
All of it.