Time to Return

Time doesn’t care about your age. Sages say time is an Illusion… Sensing that as Truth,

there is an urgency to complete this puzzle of my own mystery of Who I am, to unite all the pieces and fragmented parts of the past selves back together and allow the ghosts to die in peace.

This Art Expression comes from an art journal I did in 2013, it’s called: “Fragmentation's of the Self, Generations frozen in time.” The images drawn here appeared as I remembered them from a dream.

What is speaking to me in this art? That the Real, the True Self that I AM stands in the center knowing its heart is Love. The figure stands steady and serene. Immovable. Nothing to hide. Grounded.

Round and round the wheel of time goes. Many old ones, children, and babies now ghosts hang on clinging to each other hiding behind the Real One. Frozen in time they chatter and moan, dismemberment's of the past float by. These ghosts and bodily pieces are destined to wander repeating and reviewing their tales of trauma stories; they are unconscious having become entranced. Unaware and sleeping they continue their compulsive searching for peace sifting and sorting, sifting and sorting over and over again, their split minds cannot rest. They dream, remember, forget, repress, suffer, and regret.. then repeat again and again. A large clock ticks on.

The heart of presence in the center whispers: “ return to wholeness.”