
Voyage
The ropes have been thrown from the moorings and my vessel is afloat and free…
The ropes have been thrown from the moorings and my vessel is afloat and free…
This is a journey. This is the journey. It is a journey each must do alone, yet, ones passage directly affects all others…. Care to venture on the ultimate road trip?
Then Sun’s grip on you tightens and all you can feel is all the darkness within you starting to catch fire and burn away…
We all have personal journeys of transformation whether our eyes are open to them or not
I yearn to belong to something, to be contained, In an all-embracing mind that sees me…
Open your Heart fully, stand on the precipice, sacrifice it all…
Connecting to your beating heart…
We’re closing the door of separation, and are letting in the dawn.
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?”