Voiced Expressions
The Deeper Awakening
It's been a long journey and I'm tired...
But it's good to know within myself that I did what was there to be done...
My part in the reawakening of your soul to love...
My role in communicating with you the need to get past the trauma of it all...
The deeper Awakening…
The Truth About Healing
The only way true healing can take place is in the privacy of the spirit...
The secret places of the heart...
Where thoughts become words and expressions turn to art..
Written, spoken, or perceived
Hence, I have decided here to open this space where deep truths become the writings of our minds…
And window into the stories our hearts live…in the now, here, and then, as it may be…
Do search our pages and let our shared growth outshine the doubts and fears that seek to curb our spirits from fully living all we wish to speak and Be…
Let’s choose today to open, and not close, the windows to our hidden souls...
And let’s allow ourselves to see the pathways home to the wisdom and beauty of our spirits all alit...
Authentic Being
Giving attention to love as action...
Is a natural process of love as subject...
Allowed to love on love...
Like love,
Attention should emanate and flow freely from your being...
Without need for encouragement or begging to be released or received...
There can never be lack of love where love truly exists...
But even with love, lack of attention can wreak havoc ...
A lack of love is felt...
But a lack of attention is created...
Needlessly, where love exists...
Paying attention to life is different to giving attention in love...
To know the difference...
Feel it in your being...
How do you measure art?
Art is measured in heart capacity to embrace, express, and recycle… We measure the value of our hearts 💟by how sparingly or freely we give of them... The world values the measure of our hearts 💞 by how freely or sparingly it receives them.
Writers Tips
Take Action To…
Align your vision with your purpose
Align methods with process
Align content with objectives
Give your best to be your best…
Write to share the stories we live!
The Question is Your Answer
There are no answers...
Only circumstances allowed to create...
Questions to answers...
And more of the same…
The answers you seek are in the words your art…
Love and Life’s Moments
Reflections of unseen truths..
Heard told untold...
You thought I would say, I told you so...
You thought I would live up to your expectations of my expectations...
But why?
What does it matter if I told you so or you simply thought I would have told you so?
Is it the truth?
Or is it the fearful expectation of the reflection of the truth?
What does it matter?
Except that it is...
Love has no timing
Love has no timing and does not know how to be gentle...
Over years it wears you down to build you up with nothing left to show but growth...
The lure and power of the illusive mind of the artist within
The lure and power of the illusive mind of the artist within"
Before the visual manifestation of the lure of its intrigue...
And powerful display of the dominance of its presence...
There was in every you...
The master potter of its creation...
Wearing the hat of your chosen profession for the art of the day...
While actively seeking...
And seeing with the shrewdness of sensory eyes equipped with depth to pierce through the mundane...
You bring to life an enhanced version of the novel depictions sighted...
Dragged from the bowels of the starving recesses of a mind...
Intent on reworking into mastery each element of a suppressed desired...
Deprived of intuitive expressiveness...
Reworking with heightened fervor and urgency for completion (before the delayed re-awakening which intuition and history warn must be)...
You rush with impetuous precision to detail the mental unraveling of the beauty of your imagined perception...
Bearing the burden of the glory of your attracting affinity for the arts...
You paint!!!....
As only a timely inspired misguided artist can...
In the face of envisioned imagined abundance and overflow...
You become!!!
Once again...
The expressed fullness of the creator of the illusion of the much chased ideal of every artist's dream....
You escalate the dream into a sacred place reserved for such a moment...
You remind yourself...
Enticed by your own thoughts...
Fully convicted...
You create...
Molding with exactness the vision of your fleeting memory of selectively persuasive recollection...
You...
Become...
The master artist of your works ...
A doing of your own immaculately steeled intuition for bringing into existence the imagined delights of your intention...
The picturesque imaginings of the world your creative mind envision in the reality of the boundless boundaries of a mind unleashed to break expectations of prescribed conformity of no other but self ...
You reinvent your involvement ...
And declare to the world your arrival...
The master artist of the incarnations of the reincarnations of the vivid visions of the mind...
The creator of it all....
Before you became...
There was a beginning to it all...
A common uniqueness to the path which every artist must self-discover...
Along that path ...
You drowned yourself in knowledge you could have read in books...
Crafted and reworked by other artists with a passion and vision for details...
Enhanced by individual and collective spasms of artistic brilliance ...
No doubt authentic...
Mingled with shared and borrowed intelligence (though no one is checking)...
Shaped to perfection by the illusive mind in search of the unknown...
You submerge fully stripped...
Though nakedly clothed...
Into the captivating stillness of paintings ...
Many of which you could have visited in museums of your own collection...
You immerse yourself repeatedly...
A truly nouveau artist held captive by
the explorative findings of the mind...
You become engulfed and in awe of your own ability to generate ...freely boundlessly bounded...
Like narcissus...
You become addicted to the reflection of your own creations of the arts...
Your thirst become addictive...
Distractedly throwing caution to the wind...
You become inebriated....
Intoxicated with paintings carved to leave an imprint on the mental images of another...
Staged perfectly timed to pave the way for your decent into mental oblivion in the abyss of your own illusive mind ...
To again be elevated with the invitation of flowing silhouettes of enticement...
Purposefully designed to meet the imagined delights of the illusive mind....
You remain inundated by the flowing waters of the mirage of new discoveries...untruthful truths of self...
Boundless revelations of soul purging captivation of your imagination of artistic wisdom...
The markings and trails of your
art work surpasses the expectations of the fully awaken stupor of the drunken mind...and transcends the demarcations of time...breaking boundaries between the then and the now...
Reducing the utilisation of time to nothingness...
In space and purpose...
With stealth and depth...
Your place has been assured among the greatest visionaries of undiscovered artwork...
You're a bonafide artist...
Free to be...
Now....
Plunging deeper into the crevices of the paintings on the walls of your memories...
Beautifully, pain~stakingingly painted memories of tears endured in moments of growth and discomforts ...
Responding to the need of expressing in the magnificence of living writing and art...(the gift and freedom of expressing reserved only for a favoured few...least others become too comfortable with expressing the emotions of mourning similar loses...expressions of art after all...are a privilege for the muse of ones choosing...everything else is a display of attachment and dependency...a weakness and participation in a mindless act of humanity )...
Deeper...
Faster...
You swim and dive to reach the depth within...
You're stuck without...
Glimpses and visions of bareness (not based in negative habits of those who do not understand the lure and titillation of exposure to the arts....but grounded in stimulation mastered execution of attention seeking strategies that brighten the visibility of the astuteness of the artist within set out to seduce your welcoming mind and ready fingers...
You are ripe for the mental plucking...
You remember the canvas of your mind...
One goal...
To amass every perceived jewel of light left behind in the darkness of the deluge still engulfing and flowing...
Drenching the senses out of your illusive creation from the depravity of the mind...
Every artist must walk through the darkness to become more of the light...
You can see it...
But the currents are growing stronger...
You're gasping now...
The breath is going out...
How long have you been drowning in this passageway of vast information calling to the suppressed expressions of the delights of the artist in you...
How far into your core have you gone to surface on the other side of time...space...self...?
The memories become clearer with every brush of precise reality...
You're looking through the eyes of another...
Of memories you could have painted on your own wall...
If only...
The artist within...
Remembered how to perceive with the heart...
And paint not with the eyes of the illusive mind...
Clarity...
One more breath...
One more plunge...
One more look...
Through the lure and power of the illusive mind of the artist in you....
(Live Life Fully Ignited~LLFI)
Beauty as an act of love...
Love is a journey that awakens the depth of pain in a heart that gives of self with no boundaries to giving... And abundance of delight when well fed…
Breakthrough
