The earth is a living system
To whom time does not matter
As much
as to
hrr colonists.
A symbiosis between all living species
shares a patience
with the time
which does not exist.
It doesn’t matter how long it takes
For a tree
To get you
To open your heart
When you look to the sky.
We embody what we listen to,
Reflecting at the surface
The energy within.
Water is the universal language;
With which faithful froggy companions
Lay down and die
For having shared simple conversation.
I get it
As I
Whisper blessings,
And watch the words I choose,
While language falls away.
The chorus sings
Of this gathering to this land,
Like the frogs song to water.
The sound of individuals rise up
And crash like waves
Onto a land which
By its very shape
Caresses its own reply into form.
Patience
Divine Spirit, use me to make manifest your Creative Force in the world, to inspire in others that which you have inspired in me: an awakening of our radiant essence, the light of consciousness that is our true Being beyond these forms. Let us realize that we are all a portion of You, the first Creative Energy, and as such are Co-Creators in this shared existence. Let us each, then, be the expression of your Creative Force in the world and of your Divine Love for all humankind.
Aho.
I am always amazed with the appropriateness of a painting’s outcome in its relation to the person or space I allow through. The connectiveness is uncanny: everytime I let go of any attempt at a pre-conceived idea, I am thrilled. The energy of Creation moves strongly when the self is out of the way…
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