Art and Poems

This has no time. This has no place. This has no words. This has no characteristics at all. Anything that comes into this, dissolves and evaporates… like a snowflake in

All objects point to the Ultimate,  and a real work of art actively brings whoever  sees or hears it  to his real nature, which is beauty.  The difference between an ordinary object

Try to find the Way  to marry  your love of  Beauty  to your love of  Truth  they are the same  Love   ~ Rupert Spira  Image: Rosa Bellino

I never saw the heart beating in my chest the Love that was the melody to my life The life that I overlooked searching too far searching in the future

When the Light Reflects on Itself – The world is created – A Wonderful reflection Of Itself into form – A form-less marriage Of Light and shadows. The Light Never

There’s nothing to understand. Do you understand a caress or a flower? I’m just. If you try to understand your mind as if it was a puzzle to solve, or

  I would like my work to be the poetry of silence.   Each work, whatever form it takes, is a ‘trace’ of a journey within,  of an inner alchemy,

When spring returns to the earth, the myriad things are born. Smashing empty space to pieces, one is free and at ease. One will never again become attached to self

Without a thought, the flower invites the butterfly. Without a thought, the butterfly visits the flower. When the flower blooms, the butterfly comes.   When the butterfly arrives, the flower

Beauty eludes the seeker… turns up unsought. ***** Zen Forest Sayings of the Masters

The Tao is infinite, eternal. Why is it eternal? It was never born; thus it can never die. Why is it infinite? It has no desires for itself; thus it