All the time in the world, waiting patiently for your end. Spend as much time as you need, all the time you can. Enjoy your ride. Mazes are fun. Get lost on purpose. Adventure, explore and dig deep. Walk all the way around. Check it out.
One way out.
Death is an unknowable mystery.
Life is knowable mystery within unknowable mystery.
Deep thoughts of divinity, hardship and our roots.
These places we ignore usually, leaving them untouched and slightly kept after.
Go there and also witness the abundance of animal life.
Listen to the birds, bugs and hundred year old trees sing.
They thrive on the land that holds our ancestors.
We walk the Earth in peace and joy.
As I walked the hallowed ground I came upon a “butt-tree.” It had long cheeks and about head height there was a hollow with green leaves inside. As I looked in, I saw the leaves twitch and heard a rustling. Startled, I jumped back and then laughed at myself. I found a nearby seed pod full of uneaten, red berries and tucked it lightly into the nest’s doorway. My work was done.
force your own perspective to change
grab control of your own thoughts
for just a second
see the canopy
let the light come down to you
hear the hustle and bustle of life
watch the art
listen to its message
it’s whispering something
what did it tell you?
what will you take away?
how has it made you grow?
It is what you make it and it is made out of mud.
Spreading wings and setting suns.
Flying dreams and lucid self-awareness,
just keep going down that path.
Don’t the let the spider webs stop you.
Keep going still, keep on keepin’ on.
You’ll get there and when you do,
Jump right down into it.
Get a little dirty.
Go for broke.
Got what you came for?
Build your momentum and fling yourself back out.
Life is worth exploring.
You never know what you’ll find.
The past gives us gifts and never really leaves us. There is only the now, be happy. 😀
Even the flowers fall, down with the sunlit leaves and debris.
From the nurturing soil, toward the nurturing sun,
We get past the fallen trees and tragically beautiful flowers by growing up and over them. They will nurture us all for generations yet to come. Even though we become separated we still hold each other in our hearts. The separation is an illusion. Just listen.
What do the voices of your dearly departed say to you? Who are the separated that encourage you to grow and become more of yourself? What long dead voices still ring true for you? What soil nurtures your roots? Where are you getting your brilliant sunlight? Where do you get your regular water?
Food and drink, for thought and nutrition, eat well and be well.
Art posts featuring photos, paintings, drawings and poetry.