Where buildings are people
compressed, transparent and towering
a metaphoric world
of shafted crystal noise
and waves of impermanent heat
…………fly in !
tunnels of copper
cauldrons of wishful thought
and sensual delight
to warm one beyond
so swirling skyward
I break out of my leather
and into a pattern of potential re me m be ring
and then others…
an aching stone
a vibrating tessellating gravity
a thick beating pane
for nought but a thought of something
and it falls
a flare in the mind, a surge through the heart, a movement a mark,
a warm tongue without words and pigment coats eager fingers.
Water cuts through mountains, a creature, a creative, a volcanic eruption….
Inspiration is my lover.
I AM EXCITED to share with you my latest major creation The Art Of Kundalini Inspirational Card deck.
If anyone has read my Kundalini article they will know that integration of this energy into my physical being and life has been a strong and real (sometimes frightening) always rewarding and ongoing experience for me.
Since meeting my Kundalini and really consciously beginning my personal development journey I have been enthusiastically wishing to share my philosophy with others.
These cards I have created are simple reminders that we are energy and light. Combined with images of my artwork they can be used as tools to trigger your own awakening.
If I had only one message for others as they travel the world of enlightenment and energy and Kundalini it would be to SURRENDER, allow your body mind to let go as best you can and the whole journey will be so much easier.
If you are interested in learning more about The Art Of Kundalini please go to The Art of Kundalini Card Page
You are also invited to download the FREE Art of Kundalini ebook which accompanies the cards (but you don’t need the cards to enjoy it).
Thanks for all your wonderful presence
no matter the jubilant ribbons that string from me
or strike in desperate sheets
of seething frustration
like a lion to the golden ground
it sings, this blind thing,
like a sword
stripping notes from the sky
sweet lopping of heads
a silver screen, pops and jumps
making obvious the distortion that laps at my heart
more and more I laugh and yet it stays.
I hoped the laughing would coax it to light where it would fold over
revealing sharp edged flatness
but it seems the hoping just gives it a platform
and only acceptance offers hope
but that gives it a platform
that begs the acceptance that offers hope………. that gives….
I spy another world…and another…….and another
beyond this one
of luminous beast
and check pointed illusion
here is captured light
high ceilings with natural drama
dropping into our cave we journey
but for our fearful weapons
our brightly decorated, flaccid spears
hollow controversial elements
reflect internal wars
and visions flow like water across our limestone walls
this is a world where birds make laws
and foxes follow
The sky’s flip like files
no skin properly separates
toes are numb and cold feet slip
foolish seeking of silence
made of dew
row row row your boat
gently down the stream
merrily merrily merrily merrily
life is but a dream
I am smoke
folding ribbons of disappearing
in curls that rise and dance
a geometry of truth
a Pollock mathematics
that defies imagination
in the fleshly air
if you can find space i worship you
if you can prick density
you are my god
Let me be smoke
for touching clouds is my dream
even if i must tiptoe on fat island leaves to reach it
Silence is porcelain ….
a shadow of crooked puppets
and thin reflections
this idle fantasy
this existential paradox
this stymied seeking
a lonely paradise
the irony of dreaming
note: I have heard the silence of the universe and it is a cacophony of voice, a body of song, a forest of noise, an ocean of angels, a purge of trumpets
there is no silence
our mind indicates the flux and verve of the holographic universe, dive under painted face to find truth laughing like a joyous child, with every curling toe
This strange stretching heart again!
flushed and high
boring its way through hot rivers
layed out like a woman
adorned with apples
flesh split and oozing
it’s toes make circles in
swirls of colour
star bound….. birds
turn their heads
and push their feathered wing
pressing with shoulder bones
like babies knees
inside the womb.
One must free this pumping beast
or die trying.
love as an animal
Does this animal run through our bloodstream across broad plains too hot for the soul?
Does this animal bleed from our skin as thickly as maple from the heart of it’s mother?
OR is it only here to be used as the sweetener on a breakfast of conceptual existence?
my mouth closes around a spoon of stuff that has no logic in which to plant its sturdy birthing feet, my hands grasp at light, splaying fingertips and casting arrows, my brain competes for fertile earth in which to plant it’s seed and the neural race quickens to enhanced vision despite potential for death and entrapment in hollow eyed laughter…..
I am spewing an outrage of honey air
and imaginary nails pin me to my cushion
but still I KNOW
I am bidden to sweep this endless hall with my skirts
of invisible love