How to write this, how to sing this, i don’t even know. The buddhists say life is suffering. Coming through the tunnel of darkness into light is one endless struggle after endless struggle.
Enjoy your time in the underworld and earth. These joys are finite. But nothing prepares you for what happens next when you stumble into the light. The spiritual responsibilities gifted to you by heaven are heavy enough to crush any soul.
What leads to the light is the torture of living and sustaining yourself forever. When the doors to the underworld close to you except by exception because your energy is no longer compatible, you are forced to accept your fate of endless existence.
In this life and the next. Nothing prepares you for the torture of endless existence when your life is over. Thats why its important to enjoy life. Start now. Enjoy your tea, your game of chess.
The endless light flooding your mind that does not go away. Where you walk, there is always light. You can’t even enjoy the darkness like before. Ghosts scatter away from your path when you want to say hello. It makes you sad. All your friends in the underworld miss you because you cannot go back. In dreams buy their food and clothes in the marketplace. Even if it is a fleeting dream if you are lucky.
Its coming for you as it came for me. The light. I wish you peace in your endless existence that is coming your way. That you have the strength, presence of mind, perserverence and calm to let the tides wash over you for eternity. Since only God can bless you, may God bless you abundantly and forge the path ahead for us. From a former soul who enjoyed the grey mists and the places in the underworld.
Dark shadows rising, Dark shadows falling As we pass through winter The light heats through the dark Of heavenly pain All beings experience the weather And it changes The leaves on the tree Some seeds begin to flower And birds fly away Never to be seen across The eastern sky again.
Happy Chinese New Year Everyone ! Wishing you all good health, happiness and prosperity this Lunar New Year of the rabbit.
For all who are not celebrating Chinese New Year I wish you a most blessed year.
This is the artwork i have chosen to share with you this Chinese New Year.
It is the first paper fan i ever painted with Chinese inks. It is a self portrait with mountains and a weeping willow tree. The words read xia yue, ning jing. Meaning quietness is summer time. The stamp has my name and the second stamp like an oval says pu ti. Which means Bodhi in Chinese. Wherever it is the season or has a feeling i use the appropriate stamp.
I think I painted this fan to have one to sit and drink tea in the park, and just fan. Because it is so hot sometimes, i am pretty sure this was why i painted it in summer.
It is the first fan, so i am very much learning to improve. I carry it to remind myself if i try, i can learn something new.
It is very delicate, being paper so it will not withstand the rain so i am careful with it.
Chinese New Year is just round the corner for all who are celebrating. This is the year of the rabbit and i wish all celebrating a happy, healthy and successful year of the rabbit.
I am breaking transmission of what i was going to post to share some Chinese inspired and Chinese themed work with you in celebration of the season.
This is one of my beloved sketches that i kept hidden away in my sketching journal. It is a self portrait in olden times, daydreaming. Some of my best and most important days in my life have been when i have been daydreaming. So this is how it feels in my mind and soul.
A trip into the underworld, accompanied by God in a carriage. The carriage raced in the darkness through a sea of souls, and one must have startled the carriage horse. God looked out the window and calmed the situation, and we raced on our journey.
May the Gods and angels guide all your plans this year !
This piece is a little hard to explain. I think the angels are always above me. I always see them watching me. Stigmata is also a theme i relate to strongly. Gold arrows pierce us my friends, and if we let them. They make us stronger.
I saw this angel of light in my mind. It lit up my space and my home. It is the Archangel Michael. Angels are blind to me. Their eyes are blinding light. They radiate God’s blinding light. They have no need to see. They feel good and evil as an undercurrent and they deal with it accordingly, according to God’s wishes. But blind angels, you do see me so clearly.
Hi everyone thank you for following this art page and hello to the new people following this art page. A warm welcome to you all and bear hugs and stuff. I hope you will continue to enjoy the art posts. I’m Desiree and i make the artwork on this page. I hope for all of you that your week is closing on a good note and you will have a great weekend.
This is the completed girl reaching for the tower of books. Its somewhere in the void, in the underworld. Searching for the rarest of books. She perches precariously on a slender cliff face, reaching out delicately to touch the top book. A tall leaning Pisa tower of books. Clothed in twilight, she illuminates the void, trying to see the books, and place them safely in her hand. Her mind focused on what this rare book may contain, here in the deepest of voids.
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