Thursday, February 14, 2013

Seed Of Love

Seed Of Love by Dalmatica
Seed Of Love, a photo by Dalmatica on Flickr.

We all appear in this world with seeds (capacity) for love.

the best cardiologist says.......

I know the way you can get
When you have not had a drink of Love:

Your face hardens,
Your sweet muscles cramp.
Children become concerned
About a strange look that appears in your eyes
Which even begins to worry your own mirror
And nose.

Squirrels and birds sense your sadness
And call an important conference in a tall tree.
They decide which secret code to chant
To help your mind and soul.

Even angels fear that brand of madness
That arrays itself against the world
And throws sharp stones and spears into
The innocent
And into one's self.

O I know the way you can get
If you have not been drinking Love:

You might rip apart
Every sentence your friends and teachers say,
Looking for hidden clauses.

You might weigh every word on a scale
Like a dead fish.

You might pull out a ruler to measure
From every angle in your darkness
The beautiful dimensions of a heart you once
Trusted.

I know the way you can get
If you have not had a drink from Love's
Hands.

That is why all the Great Ones speak of
The vital need
To keep remembering God,
So you will come to know and see Him
As being so Playful
And Wanting,
Just Wanting to help.

That is why Hafiz says:
Bring your cup near me.
For all I care about
Is quenching your thirst for freedom!

All a Sane man can ever care about
Is giving Love!

Sunday, February 3, 2013

Woman in Universe of Choices

"Those who lose dreaming are lost. " - ABORIGINAL PROVERB

Last year I went to see Australian Aboriginal art at the Seattle Art Museum. Ever since, I have been painting images like this one, where I let my hand be lead by unconscious. Our unconscious connects us with our body, and through our body it connects us with our ancestors, with our heritage, and our history. I am not Australian Aboriginal, and this not an attempt to become something I am not. At the same time, it is allowing my soul to connect with something that resonates with it. I don't have explanations. Painting this just made me happy, and looking at this makes me happy. Now this painting is a possession of a very dear friend of mine, and that makes me happy too.

© mariana tomas