THE BANKS OF THE RIVER OF ENCHANTMENT IS A PLACE WHERE
OLD DREAMS ARE DREAMT BY NEW DREAMERS"
A poem that came to me in a dream
Dianne V. Lawrence
"The cities may change but the well remains the same."
THE I CHING
"Only just now awakening after years of materialism
our soul is infected with the despair born of unbelief,
of lack of purpose and aim. The nightmare of materialism,
which turned life into an evil, senseless game, is not
yet passed: it still darkens the awakening soul. Only
a feeble light glimmers, a tiny point in the immense circle
of darkness. This light is but a presentiment; and the
mind seeing it, trembles in doubt over whether the light
is a dream and the surrounding darkness, indeed reality….Our
soul rings, cracked when we sound it, like a precious
vase, dug out of the earth, which has a flaw….the
soul is emerging, refined by struggle and suffering."
The Divine at the heart of the world
captured my gaze
and my eyes of flesh turned into
Eyes of fire.
Eyes of wind
Eyes of water
A flame burns away and that which cannot be consumed,
A breeze gently blows the curtain aside
I drink the water as I am submerged in it.
These paintings act as visual poems pointing to the process
and experience of the transformed soul informed by the
intelligence at the heart of the world.
Special thanks to Osseus Labyrint. http://www.osseuslabyrint.net