Thursday, July 29, 2010

The Meadow

A place where we have met
and where we shall meet.

Tuesday, July 27, 2010

Spirit take me

Spirit always speaks through everything; a person, a rock, a lost prayer, and the food that I eat. I feel my life opening up and enveloping me in a new world. All I want is this moment, this breath, this sun falling below the earth. I am holding on and letting go all at the same time. My beloved speaks to me of how sacred I am. My voice is loud and clear and all I can do is follow love.

I let go of hate, of pushing, of aggression. I am a better person. A person who is free within my limitations. I am free and chained at the same time. I am alone and found at this moment that is always constantly actualizing my nature which has no realization, no future, and no potentiality.

A crow sits in a tree, at the very top, this was a moment ago, but my memory holds on.

He has been brought to me, so I can transform into whatever is coming. I am free because I no longer hold onto expectations. I am free because my chains no longer cloud my mind or hold me tight. I am free because I am no longer.

A butterfly came to me, so many showed their souls to me. I stand before you and need no explanation, no salvation, only acceptance.

You are my savior, you are my love, you are my soul. And I am free.

Thursday, July 22, 2010

Pears meeting in a meadow

The colors of blue and yellow meet only
to manifest into different shades of green.
I wait for this creation to appear before
my eyes and taste the nectars of the

9 in. x 12 in. acrylic on canvas

Friday, July 16, 2010

Somewhere in between

9 x 12 acrylic on canvas.

Movement comes without logic,
with the mind relaxed,
I am lost.

Wednesday, July 14, 2010

This moment and no other

A voice speaks so deeply that my mind does not have an answer
to the call. Words can not explain, memories do not connect, I feel
without any explanation. The wind blows through hollow tree

Tuesday, July 13, 2010

Painting Apples

All I want to do is paint apples. I feel my wholeness returning along with the delicious texture of thick and colorful paint.

A voice is calling from the wild

I witness my voice howling in the night sky, pointing upward into the void.