Poetry
Here I share some of the latest Artwork and Poetry. From the silence that breaths. There is only Love recognising itself in everything. As awakened Love matured, so too did the Artwork, it flows organically through colour and Poetry ....
Artwork to come
The Final Veil Was Love
It was long and arduous, yet every step led home.
The final veil revealed itself as Love — not the love that hopes to be seen or returned,
but the Love that simply is.
When others could not recognise it, I always remained:
Love needs no witness to be whole.
It is the quiet radiance of joy,
living life with compassion,
seeing Source everywhere.
At last, I felt the fullness of my own heart.
This is who I AM — I have finally come home to myself.
There is no need to say anything, to fix anyone, or to teach anything.
Truth now radiates resonance;
the body feels what is true .
Nothing needs correcting, because the field itself is orienting.
Silence becomes the teaching,
and stillness, the transmission.
I AM home.
The Other Side of the Veil
There came a stillness so complete, it dissolved the person who sought it.
No one left to attain, improve, or defend.
Only silence — aware of itself — breathing through form.
What once appeared as the grand adventure of others — their travels, their gleaming toys, their endless motion — now reveals itself as the play of surface waves upon an infinite sea.
I used to think they were living life to the fullest.
Now I see that Life has always been living me.
In this clarity, love no longer carries ownership.
Creation no longer demands outcome.
There is no need to fix anyone, for nothing is broken.
All is simply orienting home — to the still heart of being.
Through these quiet eyes, the world appears the same, yet entirely new.
It is not seen through comparison or judgment, but as light perceiving light.
Every form glows softly, transparently, without edge or story.
This is what it means to live from the other side of the veil —
not beyond the world, but within it, unveiled.
Here, peace is not something found,
it is the natural fragrance of being home.
When a heart breaks open.
There was a time when I could not bear to stay in my body.
To feel was too much — too raw, too exposed.
Without knowing it, I used the techniques of fear: fight, flight, freeze.
I would escape into my head because it seemed the only way to survive.
a desperate wish to escape unbearable pain.
the body’s final attempt to protect itself when vulnerability had not yet been felt as strength.
But when I began to go deeper, something changed.
The same sensations that once meant danger
became the gateway to freedom & aliveness.
When the heart breaks open,
To remain in body, breathing through the waves,
is to return to the temple of life itself.
What once felt like death
was the doorway to the true self.
The will to escape dissolved into the joy of presence —
and in true presence, I found safety.
I found freedom .
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For the one who could not stay,
may this light reach you where you rest.
You are known, you are whole, You are loved,
And you are free. 💜
Freedom.
feeling the quiet calm & peace of the early morning.
sunlight streaming into the studio,
From the emptiness & silence of being,
A true self moves...
feeling colour such a joy to play with,
with no expectation of an outcome...
it surprises me every time,
softly asking, how does this feel?
words flow effortlessly on the page.
so much beauty all around.
golden sparkles of sunlight on wet grass.
There is simply seeing.
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