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Rain Song Art Collage

Every evolution is complete, every point the revolution of an infinite sphere. She was standing by the little stream with her long hair gently ruffled by the breeze. The sparkling water dazzled her vision and for a moment a puzzled look came over her face. She did not know where she was or who she was. Then with crystal clarity she knew that there was nothing to know. She turned away from the stream and was once again who she had been but nothing was the same ever again.

Three Tree Art Collage

The invisible eye singly acts as the seed of the great tree. The fruit of the tree is the light source that shines upon the void. The void blossoms into the endless forms of creation. Fire and water separate, stone and sky divide, and the face of the creator is revealed, sending forth the night messenger who will hover in every moment, hinting at wholeness.

Egyptian Rose Art Collage

Of all the states that I am, this is the one that never declines to null. Of all the places that I have been, this is the one that is home. Of all the flowerings that dapple the path of my days, this is the one that marks my true way. Of all the waves of passion that wake my heart, this is the most subtle and vital. Of all the flights of my eyes, this vision is the most delicate and potent. Meet me here and now and we will welcome the moment of endless surprise.

Coming Down to See

The wings of my presence are the frozen thrust of absolute truth. The sphere of this passion sends me down to the deepest level of possibility. I will not cease my journey until my hands touch the stones of ancient cognizance and my feet are tingling in the foam of the vast ocean of communion and my eyes gaze at the endless curved horizon of your vision.

Feather

It was a simple moment. I am walking through the field just feeling the sun on my shoulders and smelling the wet grass after the rain. Everything is very clear and precise. But now I have walked into a feathering of freedom that fills me to the brim. If I laugh I will break apart and wake from this being. To stay, I only ripple a little over my heart, up through my throat and up my cheeks, between my eyes. Deep behind my brow comes a little pop of light. I re-member myself and find I am all the way across the field, still myself, but in a slightly different time. Someday I will make a bigger hop just to see what it is like to skip like a bright flat stone across the pond of mind.

Cheyenne

A diadem of angels cloud my mind and I fall through celestial night and flower into a life of question. If I sit here quietly, holding the light to my heart, this puzzle will unravel and the weight of time will flow down, making pools that will nourish the root of my sustenance until, with a soft smile, I realize that it is always me watching this quest arise. The quest is the song of my self singing through the valleys of my freedom. It has always been me.

Giraffe

Like I said, nothing is what it appears to be, and as you can see, nothing does appear in every way and some of great cheer. If you can swallow even the smallest of these bubbles of mine you will be greatly refreshed and without doubt meet another friend who will climb a hill or two with you and share some precious time.

Koe'e

Look into my eyes. Feel the bright burst of freedom pulse up into the sky that is both day and night, both within and without you. Taste the truth that my lips silently speak. Know the fragrance of our soothing passion. So simple: one, too, free. A child can tell you.