If you have happened upon my page, blessings to you.
This art is created to hopefully move the observer in some way.
It is known from times past that any type of art, visual or written, is meant to lay forth a way for those who ‘see’ to continue.
If you find a labyrinth of wanderings within these works, then you have seen.
All is that has been is within the brightening path, the ever hope that follows the way. Ancestors move within me, bringing my soul always to that which was before, and to that which is ever after.
I sit in the circle of White Light Magick. Spirit is my ever present source of strength and guidance.
Bright Blessings
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Art Is The Perception Of An Altered Reality©
My Personality Type Is
INFJ
I was honored by being named Digital Color May 2008 Artist of the Month on Digital Consciousness
S.I. Sheehan is a member of 1 In The Beginning - Ancient Practices, All Things Poetic, Artistic, Philosophical, Architectural Photography, Bits and Pieces , Colour Me Vibrant Red!, End Times, Fabulous Flowers, Friends of RedBubble, Horse and Rider , Ireland , Lesbian and Bi-Women's Art, Practising the Dark Arts and WMG.
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You were there, walking on the path beside the river that I flowed in, small particles of myself scattered about the shiny reflections of the water.
‘I never said I was in love with you’. I am stricken. / You’ll not hear those words from my lips, nor will / You hear that I am. In love with you.
Growth within is a necessary and natural event, allowing the ‘God’ part of the brain to coalesce
The soul is the home of love and caring, not reading too much into anything. The thought goes both ways.
Thank you, tender lips, velvety soft thighs, tongue of honey, eyes of burning amber, / exotic and lustful, exquisite pain and pleasure.
My heart aches, my soul cries, for you. I will dream you.