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Sacred Act of Moving Dirt
In life, we simply move one pile of dirt from this place to that. We tear down in order to create. It’s all a matter of shuffling things around. The sacred earth does not belong to any of us. Yet, she is gracious enough to let us push,prod,pull, dig, plummet, explode, and distort as we, humans, see fit. Road Scrapers, Bull Dozers, Cranes, Dump Trucks, and the like have a unique affinity with the land they shift around; they honor/respect the power and sovereignty it contains.
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Into the Woods
We must simply get on with whatever engages our interest without a constant monitoring, interpreting and commenting upon the advancement of its course. We need not watch the pot boil. What the universe does remains unhampered, uninfluenced and unimpeded by us. We knock ourselves out needlessly. What was in us before we arrived on the planet will manifest (as sure as the sun will shine) due to an unstated divine purpose we will never be able to accurately calculate or manipulate. We need cease being so preoccupied with how fast and how soon something is going to happen. Forget about it! Results are none of our business.
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Soul Gold
What does it mean to be entitled? Entitled to what? By whom? Where? When? How?
We are entitled to a life of inexplicable unfolding mystery in the making. We are entitled to a mind capable of the most astounding feats. We are entitled to share who we are each moment authentically as we meet ourselves without reservation. We are entitled to the pain, loss, and disappointment associated in defeat and desperation. We are entitled to rise above the most devastating of circumstances. We are entitled to grow, evolve, expand above and beyond our wildest expectations. We are entitled to surprise ourselves by releasing fixed ideas we hold about ourselves and others. We are entitled to experience the gold found within our soul in constant unending illumination. We are entitled to create and share art! -
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Capricious Personality
As artists, we gloriously embrace each day with a renewed sense of vigor, vitality and creative ingenuity. We dance on the ceilings; jump through ocean size hoops of wildly inflamed doors. We grow sensually younger by the moment as we engage our deeply repressed talent in the course of the hour doing what we are so passionately driven to do. We shout with unending fervor in joy unsurpassed as we allow the sacred sublime sexual creative instinct move us into worlds of unimaginable “yet to be expressed” splendor. On the blank canvas does the abyss of our lives empty itself in a radical transformed spectrum.
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