31 March 2010
25 March 2010
The egg as a nest,
A fortune it holds,
The death of a rose,
And nobody knows.
Tears fall upon a ground,
Wanting only of their nourishment,
The ground will swell with joy,
Knowing in death all is well.
Another realisation has come to me upon working on the initial study for this piece regarding the universe, these matters are always difficult to convey with words but I will try.
I envisioned death in absolute clarity, through this is a path of true beauty and light is attained, for our longing of love and loss is the deep emotion we possess that connects us with spirit which is god. Without this hurt we are non existent as a soul. This is the connection we have from before the fall, with purity. From this can be deciphered another language, that of the soul, for we talk in words that can never express our truth and holiness yet the feeling a glance from an individual we do not know can portray and connect like no words can, whether good or bad. These feelings take hold in a deeper, different place. I think this may be the sacred vibration. This being the case we are constantly in touch with this language yet we do not acknowledge it enough. These moments seem to only be grasped when we least expect it, kind of a self meditative state we naturally fall into, whether knowingly or unknowingly. This I foresee is the language of the new age, the age of aquarius.