Folding. Art is about folding into.
Many people view art with their head, pondering its meaning, its aim, its reason.
Not satisfied with the fact that it is Being, they try to take a snapshot, with their head, of art, never realizing that it is even beyond video.
Art as object remains outside of the viewer. Separation becomes the art of criticism, judgement, in a struggle over the power of existing.
Polarity. Art then becomes a place to bat, back and forth, the birdie of art. The person making the greatest slam, the winner, whether critic or viewer.
Compassion. Art is compassion, neither an object to be poled off of, nor an argument to be made. Art is a connection to the inner landscape, when not using the outer world as an object.
Not framed by the walls of judgement, art is free to be contained
in beauty.
Mystical, is opened like a present. Sacred walls of knowledge,
the wholeness speaks to our hearts.
A new cycle. To create builds. No counting.
The self knows its own true nature better than any other. The flow of energy forms the ease of senses, and what is found to be is the whole pattern.
When we paint, we listen, when we write, we listen.
We become small, and the listening grows large to hear beyond
the loud of judgement.
"Let the body sit in its quiet space of need. Harvest.",
from our "Kuan Yin's Oracle of Compassion".
[You can find it here: www.houseofme.org ]
Art dives you into a deeper place, beneath, not lit until you arrive. Sighted occurs when you are available to your own longing,
and you advance within your own timing.
Hope today finds you compassionate about what you see in your world.
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