winter is like blank canvas…

nothingness backdrops.

shapes become darker, so crisp;

shadows too, though they can get erased by an earlier rise of the night,

or a mass of a bear

hibernating.

the negative space expands,

and so does the now

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how do I move between this spaciousness

and its demanding lover - contraction,

both so present now?

silence dances freely

while vivid sound of birds singing

to pastel-pinks rising with the january sun

cuts through the veil; i am somewhere in between, again.

[from] now in to now in to now… no way out.

thanking god for this subtlety of early morning winter skies;

purple cuddles enlivened by the floating clouds

softening the january heart.

it’s an art to stay present in the uncomfortable;

to explore in stillness, or dance in between

the layers of the dark world.

it is a continuous practice of art of relationship; the art of love.

the soul knows how to be here. she is the essence of art.

doesn’t winter just give us a perfect frame for this simple act of observing from a place of stillness;

inviting us to tune in to the relational spaces in between it all/us all? the blank canvas.

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we continue to stay here, in the spiral of existence, out of desire, randomness or just-so-being; travelling inwards and outwards, upwards and downwards. tightening and loosening up; expanding and disappearing. through many births, deaths and rebirths. continuous change; into infinity. can we embrace this movement into the unknown? I feel the movement itself is actually unknown; unless we consider it from a soul’s level [as chosen]… I wander this path of life and wonder often, do I know where i’m going? when I enquire into this question from the point of deep presence, every querying pathway seems to lead me to one simple answer: life seems to just happen - effortlessly, without me knowing, without me going. in presence and relationship [which I love to embrace by one word - communion, as intimate communication], events unfurl naturally, people come and go like waves (sometimes with a thunderstorm, sometimes like a breeze), we relate, we move, we change. there is a life force guiding it all - aliveness that dances with death, death that includes aliveness, aliveness that is whole in death - all expressed marvellously by a thing called life. the world argues; we are repeatedly lost within these primal ways of life, but this is the basic unique vibration of our existence. This spiral of life swirling freely with full creative force - manifesting, destroying, creating, shattering; transforming in continuum, ad infinitum. winter or not, life is living this life in holy ways with nothingness swallowing everythingness and everythingness resurrecting just around the corner. this is life divine dancing; embrace it wholly within, throughout and in between your whirling cells; the tiniest atoms, these quantum particles know this song by heart! it sounds continuously for aeons. listen deeply. tune in tune in tune in.