Loving soul
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Oh girl / Your love is too precious to waste / All I ask is a bit of a taste / Would you let me take your love to new heights? - – - / NOTE: To my HUGE suprise, this photo was published in The Sunday Times Newspaper (Homes Magazine, Perth WA) 23rd Sept 2007 under the RedBubble column. MORE WORKS FROM MY PORTFOLIO /
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Surgery of a Soul.
by Paul Louis VillaniSurgery of a soul In need of repair. / Tiny little instruments used with such care. / A spirit mechanic with a look of despair.
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Your love’s a gathered storm I chased across the sky / A moment in your arms became the reason why / And you’re still the only light that fills the emptiness / The only one I need until my dying breath / And I would give you everything just to / Feel your open arms / And I’m not sure I believe anything I feel And now, now that you’re near / There’s nothing more without you / Without you here And I’m trying to believe / In things that I don’t know / The turning of the world / The color of your soul / That love could kill the pain / Truth is never vain / It turns strangers into lovers / And enemies to brothers / Just say you understand / I never had this planned And now, now that you’re near / There’s nothing more without you / Without you here / Without you here / There’s nothing more without you / Without you here My head lies to my heart / And my heart it still believes / It seems the ones who love us are the ones / That we deceive / But you’re changing everything / You’re changing everything in me And now, now that you’re near / There’s nothing more without you / Without you here (lyrics – Without You Here -Goo Goo Dolls) *S E L F P O R T R A I T morph 1
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This painting was inspired by my Spirit Guides like all my paintings. It may stir the viewer to see what needs to be thrown away or torn down and whatever remains can provide us with an opportunity to recreate ourselves. There are many doors we walk through in our lives and this painting reminds us to close the door behind. Freeing us to do more things, which may help us to understand our choices and visions. Grounding us without unbalancing our personalities, helping us to awaken a Spiritual understanding, which can help to transform our fears and accept our paths, whatever they may be.
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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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Original 120×120 cm , canvas. This work is my take on Fatima hand , the hand of protection and spiritual healing.
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Wounds
by Wendy SleeI am more / than the sum of these wounds, / though they threaten to engulf me. / Yet sometimes, the wounds seem greater than I, / and they drag me back into / the raw and ragged edges of memory, / where pain casts a dark shadow beside me. / Within me the hands of fate have carved / a well so deep that at times there seems / NO way out, / and I claw the walls with bleeding hands and cry for release. Is this all I am? / Is this the meaning to my existence? / Is this what I came here for? Deep within I hear the whisper that tells me to look, / there IS more. / This self same well that struggles to contain my sorrow and incubate my fears, is the same vessel that would hold all my love, / even all the love of this world, / and emanate an effervescent light of joy from its depths. / Yet I pass through it without realizing I have been a prisoner / of my own choosing. How doggedly we hollow out this well, and fill ourselves with what we know, or think we do, / how blindly we allow it to define who we are, / and sound out the rhythm of our being…. / but as deep as the pain cuts darkly, / and the wound gouges out a hollow so black, / so much deeper is that place within that might burst with love and joy, an empty space resounding with potential / and the promise of healing and truth. / IF only we could realize we are more, / than that which we let overwhelm us. I was walking through the forest and saw a red glow ahead of me in the shadows….. there was a bright red circle on a fallen tree and it drew me to it. I could not believe how bright this red wound was, on this tree, a gaping, raw, bloody hole, and it made me weep inside for all living things. This is the sight, the image, that made me think more about my own woundedness, and perhaps the wounds that we all carry and too often lose ourselves in. /
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“Only when we realize / that our love is greater / than all our fears, / will we know true freedom.” (wendy 2001)
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I had a dream, / A dream so profound / That written words could not express it, / Only tears; / No verbal language could convey it, / Only visions. / This dream spoke in music, it played out in light, / It flickered and danced in emotional tremors / That originated from a source beyond the heart. It manifested within me but not of me / And hovered freely beyond me. / Elusive, I tried to grasp its full meaning, / But could only see it when I closed my eyes, / I could only feel it, when I let it go. / The dream had wings and I felt / The rush of air as it lifted me. We were as we were meant to be – / Released from the heavy chains of our humanity, / Risen above the petty materialism and power struggles / That we once thought defined us. / We had relinquished the ironies of our need for separation from others / That wrestled constantly with our deepest yearning for belonging and unity, / We had softened into our connection with the Earth / And felt her heartbeat as our own, / We had begun to tread more tenderly upon the face of / The one who sustains us, / And remembered again, / To honour the beauty that she held up in her mirror. / Our recognition grew in the knowing that what we saw in our world / Was but a reflection of what we held inside, / Of Who we truly are, / And that the choice between fear and love was our very own, / Not the whim of a distant God. In this moment, we had grown wings, / And through the very lightness of our awakening…. / We had reached beyond our human limitations / And soared free.
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He belongs to me and I to him.
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All images are @ Copyright Rosa Cobos 2008 All rights reserved Words and Music, / Music of the words, / Filling heart with longing whisperings. / The Shadow does not reach me, / engulfing my tenderness / claming for the Love that white sheets / of versed paper… / are pearling with commitments with Life. I sit in meditation, / giving my back to the looks / and fears of the soul, / that came to rescue me.. / from etxreme solitude. / So… / all the colours of the visions, / left me blind to the sun / inside the skin, / and then… / my guitar… / hanging from the notes, / musical breathing of my voice… / armouring of my defense… / turned into / my protection…. / my nourishment…. / my response.. / to the questions… / always… unanswered. The captured light.. / in the shade of my complexion… / was singing the praise, / of the Love for Music Meditation. / Long and short letters…. / prision and new nest. / When you tremble…. / Time evolves into a breeth. / When you shout at me… / I become deaf… mute… very old. / When you cling to the cloudy sky… / and liberate the corpuscles….. / of desires… longings….forgetfulness, / I travel into my Darkness.. / without pretention…. / of becoming God. / Rosa Cobos @ Copyright Rosa Cobos 2008 . All rights reserved
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A Sound For Your Soul. This t-shirt has been designed for the Sound competition! Printed Artwork of this design here
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My Website Featured on RB Feature Page Featured in Fine Art Composites SP Copyright / In Your Solitude In your solitude…..when no one is around / Just before you fall asleep / When you travel in silence / When you wake at dawn / Just before you open your eyes / When you walk those lonely paths / and look into the snow / When the photographs in your mind / seep into your day / You will always know / the hurt you administered / into my soul TMac
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I´m a coffee addict and I´ve also became an addict to linaji writings. / But the point is that her Morning Coffee poem goes far beyond those two facts. / So this image was inspired by the words that follow: Morning Coffee Tantalizing what a rim on a cup of coffee feels like / Where your lips perhaps become mine. / Scales and outer edges folded inside my skin, / Where you left something / Precious like poison, / Pervasive and deadly, / Yet, / I survive and immune myself to the next / Visit, / Yours / Picking up this Kundalini Captive / A snake in sheep’s clothing, / Soft and gentle at first / Then you strike / And I am pierced in dead heat / In forever flesh / Teasing me over the edge that allows for / Everything to abide / You, my skin of the Soul Mate / Scratching my thoughts into declaring / My listless desire that stays and stays / Until the continuum of our Love is saited Linaji 2009
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For My Love / 8” x 12” Acrylic / . / Music by : Claude Barzotti. / . . / Featured in The New Beat Generation / . / . / .
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Lawton, OK / May 09 2 photos layered with different opacities Brushes I found on the web here All put together in CS4 by me =) Nikon D80 For Earth Keepers: Lawton, OK is HOT, muggy and buggy. There isn’t much to do around here, but when you look around with the right attitude there is beauty to be found. However…. with the extreme wind here the garbage gets blown all over the cow pastures and hay fields. We need to be better about securing our trash and that include not producing as much too.
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/ Between the greater-soul & fleshed reality are particles, the final tangible reaches of our thought, seeming like something singing out beyond the rugged tabletops of testable existence, & if we had eyes to see this outlandish world, we might see a swirling of mysterious cloudy forms, a blending of ourselves & our surroundings in a mystical dancing light, in salty jewels, our cloudy arms & hands would try to reach our cloudy chairs & sink & blend into a mad phantasmagoria… / We should be afraid until we learned that we were part of it, our bodies swirling clouds of atoms; but what’s important is that we would be seeing at the gate just beyond which is the home of Mystery, source of Soul, which is our truest life, our centrum… / Now where would we be if we stepped forward, through the gate, through the mysterious clouds of unknowing? / This makeshift shadowy world is a metaphor which is our chariot of choice, our light-inducting dark-proof vehicle ready to ride the road & river of space & time, to deliver us from evil, which is all that isn’t, in the vision of the cloud-bodied hungry soul, when it goes through the gate to the mystery of unanswering love.. / We see from there how all things flow outward toward wisdom, & back upon themselves toward joy, & that love is always answering, is the cloud formed into self, which is others & all, at once. E.M. Shorb We stand always on this side of the gate looking through to what is on the other side…it is light sometimes, it is dark at others…dare we go through?...in his brilliant poem Shorb says it for us.. Watercolour on Arches Not Paper 407 Views FEATURED IN CREATIVE CARDS
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Sales of this design so far – 2 sales / / / The Dream Maker below (click for more info) / here’s to all the wonderful girls in my life and here on Red Bubble :) ...thank you for all the times you’ve been there ! pencil drawing on paper, coloured digitally, additions made in photoshop
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Water Souls / 16” x 20” Acrylic / . Music by Coldplay . / . / Featured in Melbourne & Victoria / . / . / Featured in Art and Stories Made for Children / . / . / . / 33 favorites / . / .
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the sounds of life / sing a song / to bring me near… / in quiet nature / as we / feel the sea / touch the wind / hear the sound / of beating hearts / and laughter… / while singing songs / to dance.
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we are life, / here and now / no male or female / no black or white / no young or old / no wrong or right / no weak or strong / no ballad of the opposites / or questions urgent for answers / no time no distance / we are life / here and now. this is one of my favorite peaces of wood..every way i look and see another story another smile. or tears that need to fall..we all have a story ..a place we are from.. things to remember as not to forget. i will be putting up images of this peace of wood… / in a series called ….......wood, you dance.. / second in the series / third in the series / fourth in the series as i smile…. /
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My Website This image was just a force from within today / The soul is a very powerful thing…. All About Soul She waits for me at night, she waits for me in silence / She gives me all her tenderness and takes away my pain / And so far she hasn’t run, though I swear she’s had her moments / She still believes in miracles while others cry in vain It’s all about soul / It’s all about faith and a deeper devotion / It’s all about soul / ‘Cause under the love is a stronger emotion / She’s got to be strong / ‘Cause so many things getting out of control / Should drive her away / So why does she stay? / It’s all about soul She turns to me sometimes and asks me what I’m dreaming / And I realize I must have gone a million miles away / And I ask her how she knew to reach out for me that moment / And she smiles because it’s understood there are no words to say It’s all about soul / It’s all about knowing what someone is feeling / The woman’s got soul / The power of love and the power of healing / This life isn’t fair / It’s gonna get dark, it’s gonna get cold / You’ve got to be tough, but that ain’t enough / It’s all about soul There are people who have lost every trace of human kindness / There are many who have fallen, there are some who still survive / She comes to me at night and she tells me her desires / And she gives me all the love I need to keep my faith alive It’s all about soul / It’s all about joy that comes out of sorrow / It’s all about soul / Who’s standing now and who’s standing tomorrow / You’ve got to be hard / Hard as the rock in that old rock ‘n’ roll song / But that’s only part, you know in your heart / It’s all about soul Billy Joel
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You’re in My Heart I didn’t know what day it was / when you walked into the room / I said hello unnoticed / You said goodbye too soon Breezing through the clientele / spinning yarns that were so lyrical / I really must confess right here / the attraction was purely physical I took all those habits of yours / that in the beginning were hard to accept / Your fashion sense, Beardsly prints / I put down to experience The big bosomed lady with the Dutch accent / who tried to change my point of view / Her ad lib lines were well rehearsed / but my heart cried out for you You’re in my heart, you’re in my soul / You’ll be my breath should I grow old / You are my lover, you’re my best friend / You’re in my soul My love for you is immeasurable / My respect for you immense / You’re ageless, timeless, lace and fineness / You’re beauty and elegance You’re a rhapsody, a comedy / You’re a symphony and a play / You’re every love song ever written / But honey what do you see in me You’re an essay in glamour / Please pardon the grammar / but you’re every schoolboy’s dream / You’re Celtic, United, but baby I’ve decided / You’re the best team I’ve ever seen And there have been many affairs / Many times I’ve thought to leave / But I bite my lip and turn around / ‘cause you’re the warmest thing I’ve ever found You’re in my heart, you’re in my soul / You’ll be my breath should I grow old / You are my lover, you’re my best friend / You’re in my soul Rod Stewart
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