calligraphic scripture
“art is
the slowing
down
and stretching
of pure
thought-free
witnessing”
—Talia Sutra—
2025-02-26 12:57:32 +0000 UTC View Post
“art is
the slowing
down
and stretching
of pure
thought-free
witnessing”
—Talia Sutra—
2025-02-26 12:57:32 +0000 UTC View Postmeredith and i, intertwining.
rachel piercing through herself.
vasudeva: in the space between.
what does ‘intimacy’ mean to you?
nakedness can be a metaphor for shedding. layer by layer.
the protective sheaths. what is underneat...
2025-02-23 14:52:51 +0000 UTC View Postthese palms of hands relax
& the heart seed breaks open
milky soles are magnetized
to the core, or navel
of Mother
i am held
by her
i am
her
*
lalitā plays on this throne of honey ...
2025-02-12 13:34:24 +0000 UTC View Postafter a great love
there is death
here is silence
/
do not try
to turn
it into poetry
/
rest
in the twilight
womb
/
you and i
and the third ...
2025-02-05 15:41:00 +0000 UTC View Postto reflect
or absorb
Here
is the [mirror]
(or the sponge)
through equanimity
practice, practice
of discriminative Wisdom
one will choose
which to Be
2025-01-30 13:01:31 +0000 UTC View Post[complete
in an instant
of recollection]
i embrace
the Wholeness
of the present
moment,
2025-01-27 15:35:25 +0000 UTC View PostTen thousand flowers in spring, the moon in autumn,
a cool breeze in summer, snow in winter.
If your mind isn't clouded by unnecessary things,
this is the best season of your life.
[Ten Thousand Flowers in Spring, by Wu-Men]
2025-01-23 15:58:31 +0000 UTC View Postnow
i pray
to Jesus
and He holds me
in his Hands
and it snows and is warm
and i bleed
on the moonlight
white and red ribbons
billow in the winds
observe that
2025-01-20 20:46:57 +0000 UTC View Postmind creates
entire universes
become empty sky
behind the moon …..
2025-01-17 17:55:07 +0000 UTC View PostKālī dances. Bloody, sweet, terrifying, true Love.
It is the dance of frenzy and possession. She dances because she is essentially śakti, energy, power, capacity.
Mary dances. She indeed wants the Spirit to come and possess her; nothing else will do.
Her birthing is her dancing. Her dancin...
2025-01-15 20:58:05 +0000 UTC View Post“I walk down the street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I fall in.
I am lost... I am helpless.
It isn't my fault.
It takes forever to find a way out.
*
I walk down the same street.
There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.
I pretend I don't see it.
I fall in again.
I can't be...
2025-01-12 12:20:44 +0000 UTC View Postrelationship
is everywhere
and everywhere
we are shown
ourselves
the other
reveals us
2025-01-10 12:52:53 +0000 UTC View Postthere was great thunder
the night father came home
from the first day of treatment
/
there was clear lightning
the night Mother came
and i stroked her hair like she was mine
/
we, the current
or the lum...
2025-01-04 15:01:13 +0000 UTC View Post*
[flash on emptiness
as the breath turns around]
*
i breathe in my own suffering
i breathe out the cool breeze of compassion
*
i breathe in your suffering
i breathe out the cool breeze of compassion
*
i breathe in all of our suffering
i breathe out the cool breeze...
2024-12-30 20:08:20 +0000 UTC View Posta series unedited for you, to end the year. it always feels like ripping myself open to share raw images. perhaps it is a good practice sometimes. thank you for supporting my art making this year. my heart dances with deep, deep gratitude. i love you.
2024-12-29 15:33:29 +0000 UTC View Postholy fire
/
which moves
the tailbone
/
sun sets
within
/
sacral ocean
/
in the plexus
luminous,
/
He has risen
/
<...
2024-12-12 21:04:29 +0000 UTC View Postthe yogi entered me last night
this body accepts him
enveloped by a shawl of attunment
*
we perform the rituals
the inner purifications
looking into this being,
*
i cry, wondering who he is
it is intere...
2024-12-05 14:48:03 +0000 UTC View Postbut, look,
the self that hovers
in between
is neither man
nor woman
/
O Ramanatha
/
—Devata Dasimayya—
2024-12-02 22:10:09 +0000 UTC View Postthe vulture cries
the coyote sings
butterflies are quiet
there is one woman
who has an image of jesus
in the garden, tucked in her arm
i know she has seen the deepest
pain — a butterfly lands in the center
it is november 14th
i sit at the altar having coffee. this incense smells of myrrh. three candles burn. the full moon is tomorrow. a year ago i was engaged.
i tried to cling a little more. clinging. grasping. actually last night i was speaking with tomas and he told me the etemology of the word manipulate comes from the Latin word ...
2024-11-14 16:37:28 +0000 UTC View Post/
i wonder
is having compassion
for all parts of ourselves
what frees us
/
all so tender
so fragile
like a cloud
here, then gone
/
maybe we all
want to be
loved
seen into
/
i see the versions
of myself who grasp
who gasp so needi...
2024-11-09 13:58:24 +0000 UTC View Posti have been making so much art
that it can feel overwhelming
i am grateful for this
especially in comparison to times
of nothingness — still
i haven’t taken time to go back
through this patreon diary
and see all that has emerged and become