Who am I?


My mind will never know.
It's tried and tried, but it's tired of creating what will never be there but in it's own likeness.
(and then will probably change it's mind)

Open the gates of heaven.
Let the mind rest.

Immensity is felt through the spirit.

Too much to do. Too much to do. Too much to do.

Do nothing.

Don't move.

Don't speak.

Just listen.

Just see. Really see.

The birds chirp.

The wind blows.

The trees sway.

There's nothing to figure out.

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  1. Your words are so true..I am tired and have so much to do. I am on vacation from work to clean and organize my home. It causes me to get a bit overwelmed. As I was going through some papers, I found a print out of a purse you made with cotton poplin and silk roses. Not sure what site I had found it on to begin with, but I took a break and found your blog. Your work is great..a true artist, that I could only aspire to be...

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