
Cities Of the Sun
The stone still held the heat of the day deep within
The stone still held the heat of the day deep within
When I jumped, I flew. And I flew for awhile.
I look at myself and see the fertile soil of life under my nail beds
There is something holy deep inside of you that is so ardent and awake…
All the hemispheres in heaven are sitting around a fire chatting…
Pulled back from a world not our own
Connecting with something greater than ourselves…
I travel willingly into the deepest caverns & in the darkest shadows
This painting is still available for sale, and was inspired by a poem written by Hafiz. From the collection, Drunk on …
Where we ponder how time could disappear from us like a raindrop hitting the surface of the ocean…
Now an Open and Empty Vessel, You fill me until I overflow
“The Yogi comes along in his famous orange. But if inside he is colorless, then what?”
Stopping to listen to your Heart’s call
When that feeling of longing, that tug on your Soul, is first felt…