Promise in the Water

Did I know what lie betwixt these hands as I strode back to the motherland?

Did I come back here to set things right as I stumbled through the frozen night?

Oh, it came to me in waking dream--hearing timbers shake with quaking scream.

The falseness dwelt deep within my heart; watching bone and tissue torn apart.

The walnut branch, he did present to me--A teardrop fossilized in fallen tree.

Crystallization propped upon my skull; the bees to drone, and the fog to lull.

Where I lay, drink this nectar swiftly,

Should fortune favor, the dawn comes quickly.

Grass for your pillow and stars for your shawl.

I do not have the wherewithal.

What sweet resin carried in my sash; those hands to wave, and your tongue to lash.

Don't forsake me now, my somber love--this wisdom shines down from above.

And deep within the heart of oak, the branches bow for leaves to soak.

Into this river where I pray with you, we pull apart this mental glue.

New softness where once I was adamant; that ancient vow, now to recant.

And sure enough this resin does dissolve as we deeply strengthen our resolve.

~t

Thinking on These Scars

As these hands heal with my mind,
I pass the message on.
As each cut begins to close tight,
Misqualified cells gone.
Gaps replaced with different tissue,
To remind me of the wound.
And with each new resolved issue,
Higher self does loom.

~t

Flames

More progress on this one. Further improvisation and experimenting with some different techniques. Really enjoying this process. Perhaps some wet medium is in order...

Here is another sketch that I would like to share. It is a visual organization of the planes of higher thought and being with my own interpretations and symbols.

More progress...

I am working here to create volume and maintaining clarity of line.

As arbiters of creation...

Here is a recent sketch that I wanted to share with you all. My handwriting can be difficult to read at times--especially when I am frantically trying to record a deep train of thought. The text is as follows:

As we learn to extend our reach beyond our physical form, something truly miraculous happens with our understanding of the energy around us.  We find that it is influenced a great deal by our thought--moreso than our physical actions.  We are vessels of projection, and we have the choice to project consciously or unconsciously.  As arbiters of creation, it is our privilege to shape the currents around us.

Crack in Glaze

 Crack in Glaze

Black, heavy stones chained straight to my bones.

This collapse of will--forgotten tongues.

And with hollow-headed whisper, I stir.

Light as they seem--weighted are these words.

Now from miles away, I send my will today.

Broken clasp and crack in glaze.

Take that pendant with your graceful hands.

Feel the current--shifting sands.

~t