Sometimes Heart Dances

 

Sometimes

and then others…

an aching stone

a vibrating tessellating gravity

a thick beating pane

cracking

glass

for nought but a thought of something

easier

blue sighing

and it falls

feather quality

quill first

softly

splitting

spilling

shattering

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Thoughts Become Things!

 

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.

 

Hello everyone,

I AM EXCITED to share with you my latest major creation The Art Of Kundalini Inspirational Card deck.

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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

Arna

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even breath offers hope

 

no matter the jubilant ribbons that string from me

or strike in desperate sheets

of seething frustration

it sticks

like a lion to the golden ground

present

strong

worthy

it sings, this blind thing,

like a sword

stripping notes from the sky

blossoms

falling slowly

begging touch

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.

yes

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….

even breath

offers

hope

 

http://www.artofkundalini.com

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