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  The Wild Calm
  by C.C. Arshagra

  Digital Art ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ I have been have asking around and I discovered that it is quiet the leap, for those who post visual work only and view RedBubble visual art almost exclusively, to venture into reading my writings with their valuable time. Thank you all! I hope I will earn, have earned, and will continue to earn you time to read my work again and again. I really love this site! Most of my work is writing/poetry. almost all of my writings are poems inspired by the Art Here on RedBubble; see descriptions to understand the different ways that inspiration applies to these works. I move the order of them around the list from time to time in order to give older uploads a shot a being read (People tend to pick the top one, two or three, then leave.) Writings lower on the list get fewer reads and comments once they drop in position. Most of my poems are less than 200 words. / There is a wide variety of styles and subjects and a wide range and level of intensity and depth.

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  The Universe Cheering You On T by Mariam Muradian
  by Mariam Muradian

  Everyone needs to know encouragement. Know that the Universe, the Collective Conscience is cheering you on. / Copyright. All Rights Reserved to Mariam Muradian.

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  Hamsa
  by Mariam Muradian

  Hamsa by Mariam Muradian. / Hamsa is an ancient symbol of protection and patience. 2007 Copyright. All Rights Reserved to Mariam Muradian and / The Little Feather Company. / For more information go to: www.thelittlefeathercompany.com

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  We Demand World Peace T
  by Mariam Muradian

• *"Attempt"*
  by Mariam Muradian

  “Attempt” a poem by Mariam Muradian

  This is a poem from my recently published book, / “God Loves A Riddle: A Small Collection of Poems.” All confusing and affirming. / These poems were written during the most base need survival years in / Boulder, Colorado; while facing 20 year old PTSD flashbacks of the murder of my infant son never before surfaced. / It seems I was piecing my fragmented life together almost as quickly as the puzzle pieces were being thrown at me! Frightenly abstract.

• *"I Am"*
  by Mariam Muradian

  “I Am” a poem by Mariam Muradian.

  This is a poem from my recently published book, / “God Loves A Riddle: A Small Collection of Poems.” All confusing and affirming. / These poems were written during the most base need survival years in / Boulder, Colorado; while facing 20 year old PTSD flashbacks of the murder of my infant son never before surfaced. / It seems I was piecing my fragmented life together almost as quickly as the puzzle pieces were being thrown at me! Frightenly abstract.

• *"Fire"*
  by Mariam Muradian

  “Fire” a poem by Mariam Muradian.

  This is a poem from my recently published book, / “God Loves A Riddle: A Small Collection of Poems.” All confusing and affirming. / These poems were written during the most base need survival years in / Boulder, Colorado; while facing 20 year old PTSD flashbacks of the murder of my infant son never before surfaced. / It seems I was piecing my fragmented life together almost as quickly as the puzzle pieces were being thrown at me! Frightenly abstract.

• *"Fools Rush In"*
  by Mariam Muradian

  “Fools Rush In” a poem by Mariam Muradian.

  This is a poem from my recently published book, / “God Loves A Riddle: A Small Collection of Poems.” All confusing and affirming. / These poems were written during the most base need survival years in / Boulder, Colorado; while facing 20 year old PTSD flashbacks of the murder of my infant son never before surfaced. / It seems I was piecing my fragmented life together almost as quickly as the puzzle pieces were being thrown at me! Frightenly abstract.

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  Heartfelt
  by Mariam Muradian

• The world
  by C.C. Arshagra

  As rude and honest as death loves you

  Inspired by the poem Sound by “Andrew Lowther”’:http://www.redbubble.com/people/shaft

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  The Rocks Cry Out
  by Mariam Muradian

  Acrylics & oil pastels on canvas

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  "The Blind Can See"
  by Mariam Muradian

  Acrylics & oil pastel on canvas 2008 Copyright. All Rights Reserved to Mariam Muradian. This painting was directly inspired by one of the visions I had in the Native American “Deeksha” Healing/Blessing on New Year’s Eve. My eyes were closed. / I saw penetrating yellow light pouring and radiating out from behind my eyes. I was able to see things in a “Maxfield Parrish way” again. Now consider from whence I have come….. August 2006 I was given a drug to assist my heart; helping to end 40 years of continual “heart attack magnitude” chest pain and to keep me from slipping in and out of consciousness. It was a new, still somewhat experimental, drug on the market….aka “expensive”. In January 2007, after my 13th heart surgery, the drug was increased to get me past a difficult recovery. I began having elevating pressures in my eyes and pain like knives inside my eyes. Very rapidly I lost my peripheral vision, my color vision, and my central vision. My eyes had become extremely light sensitive; I was given the darkest glasses. This was in the middle of painting The Genetic Bill of Rights Painting Series. I had to sort my colored paints into shades of grey (which I fell into quite naturally from my formal art training); I continued to paint in color even though I could not tell you what color it was, apart from some incredibly intuitive color vibrations I would get; sometimes I could even hear the color. The signature piece of that series was painted when I had only a sliver of vision remaining in my left eye. / Because I had so little sensitive vision left, the Blind Society deemed it unreliable and trained me blindfolded. I painted the signature piece 80% blindfolded. It was a beyond trippy time for me!!! During this whole loss of vision, I had the Blind Society coming to my home to train me in skills and navigation. I was taught to use a blind cane. I learned to type and use voice recognition software. I was learning to cook by sound. One day I set out to get the mail: I was gone for two hours, had fallen into a bush, and returned with no mail in hand! I was so overwhelmed and challenged. After much painful testing, it was decided that the new drug was the cause of the blindness. I was left with a lousy choice and no guarantees from the medical community. In October 2007, I found myself a long way from home, down a road that I didn’t like nor was I sure I could reverse, go back to the fork in the road, and choose again. Morphine and the runaway bobsled to hell! So I stopped the drug! I began Chinese Tong Ren. / Miraculously, my sight returned, color too! My peripheral is still not as it was before the drug…..whose complaining?!!! Painting is like candy to me now; I was born with the gift, but now it means even more! My mind and soul are still playing catch up with all that happened. I do not understand the “taking” or the “giving back” of it all…..maybe it is for the comfort of others? I suppose the worst way to come away from such a trial would be with a “metaphorically myopic soul”? (I would like to hear your comments on my last statement, please. Write.) What we see can be such a distracting illusion to the essence of what is really there. Oddly, sometimes I miss the darkness. I remember the lessons of the darkness. As my Father would say, “I have made the circumference.” / Gratitude does not even begin to cover it!.... ~Mariam Muradian See the other paintings in this series! /

• Woman of No Apologies
  by C.C. Arshagra

  Her honesty’s wrath is / A feather that laughs To sigh & come home / To her soul’s bod….....

  Based on and inspired by CHRIS W.’s poem “Girls and Women” Now in it is a 3rd draft re-write. Surviving two stays of delete. It was a part of my 1st (newbie bubbler) comment to his poem. / I think it was my first comment period! What did I know? / I’m still new here. I Guess you can say this is a seedling of all the work I entered here on RedBubble. / THANK YOU Chris! ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ / Twice I almost deleted this first draft because—it is fair to say it was —a mere ditty of a poetic work. Yet it played then and plays now a pivotal and even core role towards my entire list of writings to date 1/12/2008 –near all of them born of inspiration here on RedBubble! All of them are born of artistic inspiration. This poem titled “Women of No Apologies” may be listed here somewhere low in my list of writings. And a comment here from Chris W. may prove to be no more than an old book lost in the basement stacks of a small town library. But it would mean so mush to me. Placed front and center in my heart’s little bookshop window to the world. If you would only stop by. To visit how it started.

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  The Blind Can See T
  by Mariam Muradian

  2008 Copyright. All Rights Reserved to Mariam Muradian. This painting was directly inspired by one of the visions I had in the Native American “Deeksha” Healing/Blessing on New Year’s Eve. My eyes were closed. / I saw penetrating yellow light pouring and radiating out from behind my eyes. I was able to see things in a “Maxfield Parrish way” again. Now consider from whence I have come….. August 2006 I was given a drug to assist my heart; helping to end 40 years of continual “heart attack magnitude” chest pain and to keep me from slipping in and out of consciousness. It was a new, still somewhat experimental, drug on the market….aka “expensive”. In January 2007, after my 13th heart surgery, the drug was increased to get me past a difficult recovery. I began having elevating pressures in my eyes and pain like knives inside my eyes. Very rapidly I lost my peripheral vision, my color vision, and my central vision. My eyes had become extremely light sensitive; I was given the darkest glasses. This was in the middle of painting The Genetic Bill of Rights Painting Series. I had to sort my colored paints into shades of grey (which I fell into quite naturally from my formal art training); I continued to paint in color even though I could not tell you what color it was, apart from some incredibly intuitive color vibrations I would get; sometimes I could even hear the color. The signature piece of that series was painted when I had only a sliver of vision remaining in my left eye. / Because I had so little sensitive vision left, the Blind Society deemed it unreliable and trained me blindfolded. I painted the signature piece 80% blindfolded. It was a beyond trippy time for me!!! During this whole loss of vision, I had the Blind Society coming to my home to train me in skills and navigation. I was taught to use a blind cane. I learned to type and use voice recognition software. I was learning to cook by sound. One day I set out to get the mail: I was gone for two hours, had fallen into a bush, and returned with no mail in hand! I was so overwhelmed and challenged. After much painful testing, it was decided that the new drug was the cause of the blindness. I was left with a lousy choice and no guarantees from the medical community. In October 2007, I found myself a long way from home, down a road that I didn’t like nor was I sure I could reverse, go back to the fork in the road, and choose again. Morphine and the runaway bobsled to hell! So I stopped the drug! I began Chinese Tong Ren. / Miraculously, my sight returned, color too! My peripheral is still not as it was before the drug…..whose complaining?!!! Painting is like candy to me now; I was born with the gift, but now it means even more! My mind and soul are still playing catch up with all that happened. I do not understand the “taking” or the “giving back” of it all…..maybe it is for the comfort of others? I suppose the worst way to come away from such a trial would be with a “metaphorically myopic soul”? (I would like to hear your comments on my last statement, please. Write.) What we see can be such a distracting illusion to the essence of what is really there. Oddly, sometimes I miss the darkness. I remember the lessons of the darkness. As my Father would say, “I have made the circumference.” / Gratitude does not even begin to cover it!.... ~Mariam Muradian

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  I Dreamt of Flight
  by Mariam Muradian

  Copyright 2004 Mariam Muradian. All rights reserved. I painted this series, including this painting, after hang gliding at 10,000 feet! / That perspective and that experience changes you forever in a split second! Oil pastels , acrylics, and charcoal on canvas. CLICK ON SAME IMAGE IN MY JOURNAL UNDER “MY FLYING ART MOVIE” TO SEE THE SERIES SLIDE SHOW!

• The Receiving of Love
  by C.C. Arshagra

  Your courageous clouds / Always disappearing / To free / The impossible / Bond

  Inspired by the RedBubble Artist ‘s poem The Wall By RedBubble artist Pijinlane This poem is dedicate to Jen Whyte Poem URL / http://www.redbubble.com/people/pijinlane/writing/613915-the-

• The Captured Escape
  by C.C. Arshagra

  The eye’s lens inverted / The spirit awakes / The shattering happens. / The “captured’ escape

  Isspired by the Photograph Life and Death / By the RedBubble Artist pijinlane /

• Rumi (Was he blind?)
  by C.C. Arshagra

  Who shall she kiss as the air feels her lips, ...

  a poem inspired by the image titled “Self Protrait – mixed media”: / By RedBubble Artis Lee Wilde Pllease visit this work and comment on both the poem here and the image here - / Lee states in her works description: medium: Charcoal, pastel and acrylic paint on 600gsm black card.

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  Blake's Hand by C.C. Arshagra
  by C.C. Arshagra

• As Brave as the Sky She Is
  by C.C. Arshagra

  As brave as the sky she is / For she will not / Be destroyed / By the storms of mind’s whirl

  A poem for Mariam Muradian

• It Is Not About Me #3
  by C.C. Arshagra

  The invisibility of peace is captured and killed / For it is foolish enough

  This is poem part of an ongoing series of poems Please read and comment on all of the parts of this Critical Thread Poem* It Is Not About Me It Is Not About Me #2

• You Are
  by C.C. Arshagra

  Releasing creation

  Inspired by Rumi & Deepak Chopra

• One Must come to Read
  by C.C. Arshagra

  One must come to read again

  A brief sweep of wind and a poem of few words

• *The UnderConscious* (part 1)
  by C.C. Arshagra

  (truly, then honestly) be

  New Series “The UnderConscious“ The UnderConscious -part 2 Coming Soon “The UnderConscious -part 3” / “The UnderConscious -part 4” / “The UnderConscious -part 5” / “The UnderConscious -part 6” / “The UnderConscious -part 7” / “The UnderConscious -part 8” / “The UnderConscious -part 9” / “The UnderConscious -part 10” / “The UnderConscious -part 11” / “The UnderConscious -part 12” / “The UnderConscious -part 13” / “The UnderConscious -part 14” / “The UnderConscious -part 15” / The Underconscious Poem / (Post-script)