I am not a scientist, prophet or guru. I’m just an artist who likes to think beautiful thoughts and make beautiful things. No gods in front, no devils behind, just a vast expanse of loving kindness to dance in. Nothing to confront, nothing to hide from, just an ocean of wisdom to swim in.
We live in Paradise and don’t know it. We think that Heaven is somewhere else, somewhere far, far away, in the future, after we die. The punch line is that it is right here, right now. It’s just that we see it through the filter of our projections. We see this sacred world through the […]
Sing for me, siren of silent presence. You have no mouth, but your song is sweet. You have no arms, but your embrace is delicious. You have no eyes, but you see everything. Sing it one more time. Sing for me.
In Canada, during the winter, the south wind is a special treat as it brings nice, mild temperatures. Soft tendrils of southern comfort snake through ice and snow melting frozen hearts.
Miles Davis once said that a song is a painting you can listen to and a painting is a song that you can look at. This beautiful description of art is so apt. When I look at a beautiful painting it hits me in the same place that listening to a beautiful piece of music […]
It’s amazing how a gentle touch can create filaments of bliss. I was struck by the way the curling tendrils in this image gently touched my heart. The reds and greens evoked a feeling of gentle excitement that felt surprised by the elegant curves and swirls in the painting.