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Lianne / wrote an amazing poem about the desert Desert Wanderings Are the rare oases enough to / sustain the desert nomad? / And where is the desert boundary – / would the journeyman perceive / its end, or like me, see Canaan / and think it only temporary respite – / can he see beauty where I see none, / sculpture where I see sand – / has he more praise for palm trees / than I for all of Canaan’s promise? Deserts are but dry expanses of the mind / the hypochondria boredom breeds, / unirrigated months, parched and barren / where there is naught to slake one’s thirst / and coolness only stones beneath one’s tongue, / monotonous thoughtscapes, uninspired / wishing for rivers, never neared mirages / and longings so undefined / that even prayer is sterile. What happens to dreams that die? / Are they reborn in other minds / nourished in more fertile ground – / do the sands that cover them / windshift / reviving them again, or are they / preserved, like dried straw flowers, / still rich in color / but sapless, too fragile now to grow?
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I spent hours with these amazing Birds in south Africa , i spent more time looking at them than taking photos , they are truly amazing birds.
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The talented Sally Omar / got inspired by This work and wrote this Poem to go with this Image , Thank you my friend. / —-—-—-—-—-— / YES MASTER Thank you for letting me sit for a while / We have walked many miles / I am tired and I have a heavy load / Traveling so far on this sandy road / See my Master I am shedding tears / Doing this for too many years / We have traveled this lonesome place / With sweat dripping down your face / Can we not find something else to do / This is alot of work for me and you / Perhaps we can take a trip / I hear that there are ships / Do they allow Camels inside / Or do you think I must hide / You are a good Master I must say / For allowing me to sit this way / When you speak I understand / And you always give me a hand / I know that you are tired too / Sorry I can’t sing a song for you / It’s really hot and I feel I can’t breathe / When you get up I’ll follow your lead / I guess it’s time to be on our way / We’ll be walking for several days / Now when you are tired sit on my back / I will keep us on the right track / Then again when we’ve walked more miles / Let’s sit down and talk awhile.
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Having decided what shape his future will take, the Fool strides forward. But he is impatient to make his future a full-grown reality. This is when he comes upon the Empress. Hair gold as wheat, a crown of stars, a white gown dotted with pomegranates. She rests back on her throne surrounded by an abundance of grain and a lush garden. It is possible that she is pregnant. Kneeling, the Fool relates to her his story. And she, in turn, smiles a motherly smile and gently gives him this advice: “Like newly planted grain or a child in the womb, a new life, a new love, a new creation is fragile. It requires fertile soil, patience and nurturing, it needs love and attention. Only this will bring it to fruition.” Understanding at last that his future will take time to build and create, the Fool thanks the Empress and continues on his way. Pregnant. Well, not in the Rider-Waite deck she isn’t. But she is in early decks, and it is an apt symbol for this card. The Empress is a creator, be it creation of life, of romance, of art or business. While the Magician is the primal spark, the idea made real, and the High Priestess is the one who gives the idea a form, the Empress is the womb where it gestates and grows till it is ready to be born. This is why her symbol is Venus, goddess of beautiful things as well as love. Even so, the Empress is more Demeter, goddess of abundance, then sensual Venus. She is the giver of Earthly gifts, yet at the same time, she can, in anger withhold, as Demeter did when her daughter, Persephone, was kidnapped. In fury and grief, she kept the Earth barren till her child was returned to her. —-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—- / To read more go to this site*
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Traveling on his way, the Fool first encounters a Magician. Skillful, self-confident, a powerful Magus with the infinite as a halo floating above his head, the Magician mesmerizes the Fool. When asked, the Fool gives over his bundled pack and stick to the Magician. Raising his wand to heaven, pointing his finger to Earth, the Magician calls on all powers; magically, the cloth of the pack unfolds upon the table, revealing its contents. And to the Fool’s eyes it is as if the Magician has created the future with a word. There are all the possibilities laid out, all the directions he can take. The cool, airy Sword of intellect and communication, the fiery Wand of spirituality and ambition, the overflowing Chalice of Love and emotions, the solid Pentacle of work, possessions and body. With these tools, the Fool can create anything, make anything of his life. But here’s the question, did the Magician create the tools, or were they already in the pack? Only the Magician knows – and on this mystery, our eloquent mage refuses to say a word. At #1, the Magician is the male power of creation, creation by willpower and desire. In that ancient sense, it is the ability to make things so just by speaking them aloud (“And God said ‘Let there be Light!’ and there was Light”). / —-—-—-—-—-—-—-—-—- / To read more go to this site
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I spent Xmas and new year in Germany in the forest , this is what it looked like . This picture was taken in the “Taunus” mountain range, about 70km North West of Frankfurt. The next bigger towns are called “Weilburg” and “Braunfels” / —-—-—-—-—— / Sally Omar / got inspired by This work and wrote this Romantic Poem to go with this Image , Thank you my friend. FROZEN Two young friends walking through the woods / It was cold and the ground was FROZEN..the trees were iced / And they giggled and laughed as they usually would / They had been friends since they were children..always nice / But this one day would change their lives like no other / The Creator looked down with the warmth of his smile / And these two young friends turned out to be lovers / The Creator saw the love they shared within / The purity of the FROZEN earth and how they were glorified / In the beauty of this place and how they were without sin / His eyes sparkled as he looked at these young friends, he sighed / Such purity and love of the FROZEN land / They are so innocent and so in love with life / And they appreciate so the work of My Hand / He warmed their hearts as though they were on fire / Their first kiss was under a tree iced by the Creator’s bliss / And they looked at each other with such burning desire / They stood under the tree and could not again help but kiss / Then gazed at each other with complete surprise / Looked around at the FROZEN earth and it all came into view / They realized the iced beauty of this place opened their eyes / And looked at each other and said I love you / The story goes on to say they lived in love for all of their days / When they left this world to go on to the better Place / They were allowed to go to the Forest where they first fell in love / Where it was magnificently FROZEN and the trees iced and brisk / The Creator smiled again and watched from above / As they shared a beautiful wonderful last FROZEN kiss.
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The original painting 110×110 cm on canvas.
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For the first time this dear painting is out to be seen in public since I created her I kept her to myself over 2 years ago original 100×80 cm , canvas. / Best to be seen in LARGE view for details.
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With Love I Should guide The gates of wake up banging , in my head / drew the calm lines on my gray paper sheet / waited for a sign of Hello , we are here shall we be / lost my love just days ago , heart broken i shall heal you so / come bad from places i did not need , but the wise take me to a level i have never been / shame i say, shame for people with blinded hearts / still the wise is the guide , and with love i shall guide too / one day when old and all that have passed you shall know my name / i shall let you go with love / and with love i shall guide you back to you.
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Linaji wrote this great poem for this Art work , Thank you very much Lina you did it again . / please visit Linaji for more of her work. With love, I Forgive / Your love / And your lies / Balled up like wax / Dripping down the side of my fingers / Burning / Pain, / Heat / Tears / Dissolving a fragile string of kindness which has / Muddled and hardened with time Story after story goes thru my mind, / Till I am spent and drained at my own efficient ability / To fill in scenes I only think you might have played / A part in. / Uncovering again and again the deceit and the pain / That one morning you did bring. Long before I swore.. / Never again. / But the rabid dogs of Goodbye / I did unleash / Ready for your remains / To become festered with my own / Pain / My own despair. My eyes steel cold and grey / Pools of ice and determined / Chill. / That morning / When you lead me down the / Corridor of your will. Words diminished to / Graffiti sighs / And lovers’ cries. And now I am faced with / Time that has passed and the / Decorum of modern man / Spiritual leanings / And friends that remind me / I have a place in their hearts too. / Was Love all about you? The ending is near for all this / That was. / For all this that was. And now, / I paint and I create and I feel and I close / My eyes / A figure of light appears, / Dressed in royal colors / Dressed in abstract designs from a place beyond this one. / He takes my heart from my chest / And squeezes it hard / And like the wax of your love and your lies / It drips down the side of his fingers. / His lips are full and his smile is large. / He licks my blood and gives me the same. I only taste what I feel is Eternity and Peace. / And then, / He puts it back tenderly and instantly, / He is gone. / I am left with a thought that I repeat and use as my / Mantra, / My beacon back to Hope and Life. ‘With Love, I forgive’.
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Original 120×120 cm , canvas. This work is my take on Fatima hand , the hand of protection and spiritual healing.
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Original size 150×125 cm Details /
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a set of 3 paintings / Original size 100×100 cm. / the other paintings Details /
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a set of 3 paintings / Original size 100×100 cm. / the other paintings / Details /
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original size 120×90 cm, canvas. This is the first of few art works i am working on , inspired by all of you my creative friends on here , this is how i see some of you , hope you Enjoy this work as much as i enjoyed creating it.
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My collaboration with the brilliant Al Neaimi. / Al took my image, Tesselation 1, and worked his magic on it. / I am amazed at the results. This guy is a genius. / He has given me so many ideas about how I can develop this series further. Stay tuned to see what he does with Tesselation 2! / And here is the original, pre-makeover…
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I can not stop staring / a set of 2 Art works. / Original size 120×85 cm. Details /
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One of my favorite. / 160×120 cm Canvas. / For details see in a large view. Details /
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120×180 cm. / I saw this in one of my dreams .. to me as an artist I enjoy to read or hear what you the viewer see in the work. / Would like to share with you one of my all time Favorite songs i was listening to when i created this work , right click the link below and open it in a new tab or window / Sting – Fields of Gold / Details /
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180 X 180 cm Canvas. / one of my new series of ANGELS OF LIGHT
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