Dancing

Dancing on a thread of time across a finite space,
I whirl upon a silent song to find a faceless face.

In emptiness I sit beneath a Bodhi tree,
Waiting upon I know not what, to see.

The dewdrops sit upon me as dawn returns from night,
Colours swirl the tear of joy caressed in morning light.

Unmade and made each second, death and life in song,
A being and a nothingness, and only this to long. 

Floral Mandala 

Daliesque Sunset 

The Emergence of Identity 

Stargate  

Flowering Mind of the Artist 

Mask Butterfly 

Ode Kerke Mandala 

Custom Tarot Card Back 

I miss my mind the most 

Eye Tyrant Mandala variation 

Eye Mandala 

Emblem of the Empress of the East Variation 1 

Emblem of the Emperor of the West 

Emblem of the Empress of the East 

Floral Mandala 

Manjushri 

Martyr modified 

Lion Martyr Floral Mandala 

Local Unbounded Infinities

No point is distinguishable from any other
in the formlessness
Each is as much the whole as any
in the formlessness

Imagine differentiated form as illusion
There is no existence of a form in itself
The emptiness alone is in itself
There is no existence of a form in itself

By emptiness through itself
Form is expression
It is a becoming of itself, in itself, by itself
Form is expression.

Now be quiet
Listen with deepest longing
Become unmade in this realisation
Listen with deepest longing 

Death has come and made life real.

The gray of drab November rain,
Clings to my cheeks, like ice tears.
See the quivering of my soul,
Shaking beneath my frozen skin.

A child has died today.
Can you know such dread as touches me?
My son has fallen in the night.
His steps once sure, are silent.

A breath like icy crispness hangs upon his corpse.
The crystals shine as jewels.
But oh, for all the diamonds of the world,
That would I gladly give, and more, for him.

How can I bear the knowledge that shatters all illusion?
Can love break apart the cold and lifeless lips,
And place the warmth of living breath within?
Will the sun ever rise again?

In the darkness, mumbling incoherent mutterings of grief,
Broken and sliced open with shards of desolation,
A drop of love in ocean's sorrowful depths reminds me:
Death has come, and made life real. 

Hubble Star Field Overlayed with Earth Goddess 

Mandala of the Heavens 

Welcome to the Machine 

Equine  

Squaring the Sacred Circle 

Supernova Mandala