Place Of No Mind

As the wind blows, the soul knows that we are touched by all things… that nothing is lost or separate, torn or broken… the energy shifts, changes, mutates, realigns to the next conscious expression of form… as the awakened dancer moves without thought of what is seen or forgotten….
We are open to receive the gift of the eternal now….the play moves in continuity with the dreamer in every moment…to open a new gift of this presence to our divine creation….let go and find out… faith of our power is unbiased and untethered to control and the freedom is not found but always whispering in her soft breath…
Wet with a yearning for more we get lost in the outcome of desire and lust left thirsty…The love is there always when we forget about the illusion of these masks of the ego and societal form…
Be free as we have always been but have forgotten… the water thst carries us back to the song of our heart…. that simple beat that never can be taken…. when the receiver is ready… all is set free in our broken heart and the gold shimmers light beyond any words can express… when reality is forgotten you arise awaked from the nightmare… that none of it matters except the light of your soul…. your unique conscious expression defined by undefinable truth…aligned with the vision of the new dream that your art is creating…A beautiful memory dropped in the illusion of time that carries a story to the dance that changes the whole…

☆♥︎Art Gaia Frazee 6/13/20026 4:15 Am