The sky wails, harsh and bruised. Leaves and debris whirl concentric tunnels around birds tumbled in flight as chaos rushes unbidden thru the tangled maze of grass and wildflowers in the evening gloom. To witness the tremendous power and immense beauty of nature!...and of this moment. My brush loaded with paint and potential, poised in one hand.
I am an artist. An animator, a writer and a dreamer:-)...i have travelled around the globe since birth. Around mind, spirit and heart. dipping my toe in the flowing waters of this...our commonly percieved reality and its many levels.
The eternal student of life.. and have studied amongst others; esoteric thinking, alchemy, Hermetic thinking....Plato, metaphysics and the great here and now!...
cause a hundred veils to fall each moment.
This is love:
First, to let go of life.
In the end, to take a step without feet;
to regard this world as invisible,
and to disregard what appears to be the self.
Heart, I said, what a gift it has been
to enter this circle of lovers,
to see beyond seeing itself,
to reach and feel within the breast.
Born in south Africa near the Drakon mountains...Grew up in bandit country, in the northwest fronteir of
pakistan. One of eight unruly Irish kids haphazardly treking around behind globe trotting parents! Balmy days in India, moments spent in /turkey, Art college in London and hazy days at street parties in Camberwell Green! walk everywhere and spent an enormous amount of time alone...tho love to interact with those that cross my path!
Rumi,Baudelaire,Voltaire,Richard Bach,Paulo cohelo, Gogol, Primo Levi, Stephen Hawkins,Pleidean agenda, Handbook for lightworkers,Seth books, Plato..
a painting i did a few years ago of some boy monks i was teaching.....never quite finished it!
there is no other
and not enough words
i want to tell you
and no words form instead
they pour out of me
my hands can not contain them
the sounds from deep inside of you
i want hear them,listen to them
fill the air with their sweet nector
i fill my moments
with questions
and the answer
is always the same
'love'
how?
'love'
why?
'love'
but without feet?
perhaps a wheelchair race across heaven
Another new photo blog for you to check out.
http://lightworkers.org/blog/90324/all-different-realities-another-amazing-day-out-photo-blog
Blazing Love and Light
Shoshana
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Born in south Africa near the Drakon mountains...Grew up in bandit country, in the northwest fronteir of
pakistan. One of eight unruly Irish kids haphazardly treking around behind globe trotting parents! Balmy days in India, moments spent in /turkey, Art college in London and hazy days at street parties in Camberwell Green! walk everywhere and spent an enormous amount of time alone...tho love to interact with those that cross my path!
