Loving spirit
1457 creative works found
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COMPASSION
by JewdAcrylic on canvas 3ft x 1.5 ft ‘COMPASSION IS THE ENERGY THAT / CAN BIND US ALL WITH LOVE, / AS THE ONE HEART OF HUMANITY…’
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One night I awoke to see a light beaming down from the sky. / It shone through the roof and onto the bed where I lay. / It seemed as if the moon was alive and burning right through to touch my very soul. In the light the energy uplifted me, I felt no pain, no confusion, no tiredness, only clarity and peace and a deep deep sense of love. I revelled in the glow. / And I knew I had to share what I had discovered. “Create it, and they will come” said the voices. / I had a vision of people from all over the world travelling to this place to stand in the light, to find healing, and solace, and wisdom and peace, to know the meaning of love. / I knew that if I could indeed create it, and share the message with the people, that they would come and stand in the light with me. And there would be an end to their suffering. But my task was to find the words to describe what I had seen, and to create images to share my vision. What language would the spirit recognize, what words would the heart understand? I was merely one woman and yet my heart wanted to share with the universe. I was afraid to open my mouth for fear of being ridiculed, scorned or worse still, just ignored. What could I say or do that could convey the message my heart held? So in the deepest part of my being, where the creative muse dwells and plays as a child, I summoned my courage and faith that the language of the heart would be loud enough and clear enough to reach the minds and ears of the world. And I trusted that when I spoke, the people would listen, when I opened my eyes and raised my hands, the people would see. So I created, / and I believed in magic…... / and I knew that with true love….. / words are not necessary when the heart speaks. So I brought my message to the world in a language that they could understand. / And then I waited….. (“From the Heart of the Muse”......an ageless tale for modern times / by “sunshiine”...)
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DETAIL: “The Studio & Spirits Dream” Oil on Canvas. / I spent the last decade uprooted and on the road. I landed in a barn for awhile on a millionaire’s horse ranch, eventually turning the tack room into a studio that was liveable, enabling me to move out of the ranch’s bunkhouse (12 X 12 foot room with sink) and take up barn residence. It was a wonderful place for 4 years with horse pasture – about 200 occupants – out the door. Goats, sheep, mule named Corizon and Rambo the Ram in stalls and paddock on the other side, the Santa Lucia range all misty , mooned, sunned, gusted, and Milky Wayed before me. And it was the first functional studio I’d had in years. I wrote. And I painted. / This dream, this studio I painted there, is crowded with things I loved and hadn’t seen in ages, stored on the other side of America. Over filled with people I’d loved who’d died. With animals alive and not, who still owned my heart. With a chair from my twenties that no longer existed and the dream of my own bed again where such dreams could populate my nights. The cats who survived the move from Brooklyn then to Virginia’s wilderness then across country are on my bed, and some who departed before we got there, here too. My wonderful chocolate Lab – Rodin – is on alert at the bed’s end. A woodstove I’d seen once that would restore life to this heatless barn (I eventually got a kerosene heater). Some of my many thousands of books I carry with me that prop up my life are here, and all the intimate angels swinging through the undone work, the ready easel, the heart’s workplace. The Hawks Perch
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This tree root is on the northern periphery of our property. We’ve lived here for over 35 years, and it’s been here all that time, in exactly the same state you see it here. I marvel at its perfect heart shape and think it’s a little note from God to remind me of his undying love. I borrowed the title from the refrain of a hymn written by Father John Foley, S.J. / Here are the lyrics of that hymn: Dwelling Place / by John Foley, SJ I fall on my knees to the Father of Jesus / The Lord who has shown us, the glory of God. May He in His love give us strength for our living / The strength of His Spirit, the glory of God. May Christ find a dwelling place of faith in our hearts / May our lives be rooted in love, rooted in love. May grace and peace be yours in God our Father / And in His son. May Christ find a dwelling place of faith in our hearts / May our lives be rooted in love, rooted in love.
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I’ve Seen Her I’ve seen my love; I’ve seen her pass, She walks with such a grace. She turned and smiled across at me, The sun upon her face. And I could swear I caught the scent, The fragrance of her hair. Could I believe – should I believe, Her spirit blessed me there? Her eyes so bright, they shone with love, No pain to cloud them now, And when she laughed, no line was seen, Across that perfect brow. Oh love, if you would only wait, Beyond the tears and pain, We’ll walk together, hand in hand, In love, In peace, Again. David George
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Lianne / wrote an amazing poem for this art work, thank you Lianne. THE QUEEN OF LOVE She speaks to me, this Queen of love, of midnight madness, teases me with tempting eyes and softest sighs and promises of gladness. But yet there’s more Gibran than Kama Sutra here, for silently with look she speaks of tenderness and spirit, her soul that reaches out to mine, hidden secrets, hidden sorrows shared between two who stand alone yet belong only together. She speaks a word to ease my heart, to tell me I am known and loved for more than what I claim to be, more than what I am. She hears me with compelling eyes, heals my aching loneliness with touch as soft as satin sheets and perfume of lavender. ===================== / Sally Omar / wrote this great poem for this art work. Thank you sally. THE QUEEN OF LOVE I am The Queen of love and romance / I will make your heart dance / The feathers on my headdress / Represent happiness / I can give you unknown pleasure / Nights you will always remember / My heart is so filled with love / Given from the Lord above / I am filled with all the desires / That sets hearts on fire / You wished to find the right one / Who will love and walk in the sun / So I am here to see what I can do / To fulfill that dream for you / Come touch my hand / And dream of that man / I will see into your dream / And understand what you mean / Oh you yearn so much / For that young man’s touch / Now close your eyes / I want you to visualize / A love so intense / And a heart so immense / So go now and wait / He will be at your gate / To fulfill all the desires / That set your heart on fire / THE QUEEN OF LOVE.
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This morning I realized I never make art for the soul purpose to hang on my wall….ironic I know….so I wanted to do something special for the family….we have always had a guardian wolf spirit, you can call him a ‘totem’ spirit or ‘familiar’ spirit….we call him family…..so here is my representation of our spirit who has been with us for over 9 years….may you never leave our sides my friend…going in a frame and on the wall as soon as i finish uploading him : ) I hope he brings you comfort as he has for us on so many occasions….
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The lighthouse stands alone. / It leads a solitary existence whose purpose is to shine light into dark places. No two lighthouses will ever stand together….for then neither would show their true light to the world. They require space and distance to do their best work. So they spread their light across the land, and across the ocean, steadfast and courageous, guiding, inspiring, never knowing who might be touched by their radiance, always seemingly alone. Yet imagine – what if they could connect with the energy of another lighthouse in a distant place, and their combined power and light create a previously unknown magic to embrace the Earth with force and compassion. While their feet remain firmly planted on their homeground, it is only the space between them that allows the healing light to travel back and forth across expanse and time so that it can be seen and felt by all. Would the Earth itself feel this web of illumination? There must be darkness for the true beauty of light to be appreciated, there must be space for the true nature of love to shine. / ... / .. / . / (Thanks to Kryon for inspiration) PLEASE view larger for best effects…. :-))
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I Died many Times Before… First time I remember, I was still a toddler / sitting in the morning sun, on the concrete floor. / My grandparents’ courtyard in Salamiyeh. / I watched, fascinated, as the massive snake / made its way from the roof / down the wall in front of me. / I held a long stick in my hand, tapped / the giant head as it slithered closer. Second time, a year or so older, also in Salamiyeh. / It struck on a starry summer night. / I was playing barefooted on the patio. / Mother came running to my screams. / Sobbing, I told her a big butterfly bit my foot. / I pointed to where it ran off, watched / as she grabbed a straw broom, killed / the venomous desert scorpion with repeated blows. / I vividly recall her rushing around with one shoe on, / the other missing, laying me in a stroller, / running down darkened streets to the emergency clinic. I also died at age five, along with my mother and sister. / It happened on the two-lane Hama-Homs highway. / Mother unintentionally turned the steering wheel / as she twisted her body to chide us / for backseat bickering. No guardrails. / Nothing but protruding rocks all the way / down the steep drop-off. My first summer in college, I died in New York City. / Muggy night, uptown Manhattan, a block away from Broadway / in front of the big Cathedral. I had my arms up, / as the man who had just asked for a light / pressed the tip of his knife into my ribs. Years later, on a misty morning on Texas Highway 87, / I fell asleep at the wheel. / I had worked through the night in Victoria, / and was looking ahead to my bed in San Antonio. / My Chevy Blazer slowly drifted left / into the path of the oncoming truck. Those worlds / continue without me. / My tombstones there / mark ends of times I knew. In this one, grandmother Um Sami suddenly appeared. / Rounded boulder hoisted high. Arms fully extended. / How she lifted it? How she took dead aim, and launched it / smashing the serpent’s head? / I do not know. I was still conscious. / I do remember clearly / the terrified look on my mother’s face. / How her voice trembled as she pleaded / with the nurse to be careful. She was afraid / the syringe’s needle was going to puncture through / my tiny toe. Mother slammed the brakes as she forcefully corrected. / Car came to a screaming, precarious halt / in a cloud of swirling dust. / We stayed parked at the side of the road for a long time. / Her hands shaking, she gave us grapes, / while she collected her frazzled self. / She swore never to drive again. / Never did. “Let the creep go”, the second robber, / who had just cleaned my pockets with swift efficiency, / told the one holding my life at the tip of his knife. / They took pity on me when I told them / there was nothing in my wallet. / They slipped it back. Walked off. / It took my rage weeks to subside. I could see the whites of the wide-open eyes / of the truck driver, as I twitched awake! / He was already moving to his left / to avoid hitting me. But my reflex was to jerk the wheel / to my right to get back into my lane. / I also stomped the brakes. / We came within a hair of a head-on collision, / as he swerved back into his lane. / That was when time switched / to slow motion… / Me sitting still. / Blazer skidding sideways / on the wet grass / along the shoulder. / Dull-black asphalt road passing / in front of me. / No sound. / Finally, / everything / coming to absolute / rest. In this one an invisible hand / still cradles / my bones. © Assef Al-Jundi
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encaustic. size A4 / Tool; iron / medium;coloured waxblocks Part of the journey..
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Immeasurable time and space ....... capabilities and cosmic awareness. / PLEASE VIEW IN LARGE FORMAT FOR OPTIMUM RESULTS / / ___ All The Materials Contained May Not Be Reproduced, Copied, Edited, Published, Transmitted Or Uploaded In Any Way Without My Permission. My Images Do Not Belong To The Public Domain. © 2008Joyce Dickens: Using my images for any purpose and in any way, without prior permission, may lead to legal action!
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Like a beacon in the fog / You light my way with Your Word / which is a Lamp unto my feet. Like a signal on a hill / You illumine my world with Your Love / to carry me through my darkest hours. Like a flashlight in the dark / Your Spirit shines His light / to warm and warn and comfort me. Like a flare to guide me home / You lead me step by step / back to Your ample arms outstretched. © 2008 Linda McCarthy “The LORD [is] my light and my salvation; whom shall I fear? the LORD [is] the strength of my life; of whom shall I be afraid?” Psalm 27:1 Holy Bible KJV
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Woman with nest and wing. Photo based illustration.
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120×180 cm. Details /
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120×180 cm Details /
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ORIGINAL FOR SALE $899 plus P&H / OR $2400 for all three in the series Acrylic on gallery wrap canvas – 30” x 20” Second in the series (first is the Red Heart)... The gateway is opening, it is dawn come over the land, all is hushed in the stillness and I wait arms upraised in homage to the power that floods me…
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Ye Spirits of the unbounded Universe, / Whom I have sought in darkness and in light! / Ye, who do compass earth about, and dwell / In subtler essence! Ye, to whom the tops / Of mountains inaccessible are haunts, / And earth’s and ocean’s caves familiar things…...... Words by George Gordon Byron – simply known as Lord Byron These words are taken from a dramatic poem written by Byron called Manfred. Lord Byron’s work Manfred inspired many great musicians – Robert Schumann in 1852, in a composition entitled Manfred – Pyotr Tchaikovsky in his Manfred Symphony, Op.1885, as well as by Carl Reinecke. How could Byron’s work not inspire us, today? Music – Tchaikovsky Painting using acrylic, inks and pigment – Inspired by Uccello one of my favourite Renaissance Painters.
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Acrylic and Ink on 16”x20” stretched canvas Featured in RedBubble
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I just love the sweet, sentiment of this particular pose of my beautiful daughters Shelby & Lacey! We sure do have some beach memories to treasure, especially since I took my camera! Cheers to you! Enjoy your view! Smiles Leilani :o) Perdido Key, Florida
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Guardian Spirit / 16” x 24” Acrylic / . / . / Music by The Cure / . / . / Featured in Fantastic Primitive Art / . / .
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Over seven years ago, I became increasingly aware of the Earth changes and shifts in energy. Initially I tried to ignore them or find “logical” explanations as to what was happening, but eventually I was overwhelmed by what was happening on all levels around me. / Gradually I realized that it was the Earth herself who was trying to communicate with me.. / So I was compelled to take pen and paper and go and sit quietly in nature and ask “What is it you wish to tell me?” ...and this is what she said / ....... It has taken a long time for me to do this, but what was written back in 2003 has now been published in a book together with a collection of my images, and will be available for those who wish to read the message or honour the planet that we would be nothing without. This piece of art is to celebrate the publication of the book, Message From Mother Earth From the book….. “Do not be afraid. This is powerful awareness. But it is also useful and healing too. It teaches you that we can create the world we live in, by the power of our thoughts. You are seeing that your connection with every part of your life begins and ends within yourself, within your heart, within your true thoughts. You are part of this circle of life, this very web, this intricate design of cosmic energy. You are at the heart of it and from your heart comes the power to weave your own beautiful creation. It is within you to change, to heal, to create, and to simply BE. Do not overlook the importance of this knowledge. And do not overlook the magic. For if you can communicate with the planet you stand upon, and speak together from the heart, then nothing is impossible in heaven and earth! Believe it, and it shall be so. Disbelieve, and you hold only a hand full of dirt, and some air. I am real, and so are you, and we are connected.”
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I have posted the lyrics to this song before, however, I thought of the same song while creating this artwork of Mary holding Jesus as a baby. Photograph of a statue of Mary and Jesus as a baby; enchanced with several software programs. / As of December 15, 2009 ~ 172 views This image is available as a card with verse inside on Zazzle Mary Did You Know Mary did you know that your baby boy will one day walk on water? / Mary did you know that your baby boy will save our sons and daughters? / Did you know that your baby boy has come to make you new? / This child that you’ve delivered, will soon deliver you. Mary did you know that your baby boy will give sight to a blind man? / Mary did you know that your baby boy will calm a storm with his hand? / Did you know that your baby boy has walked where angels trod? / And when you kiss your little baby, you have kissed the face of God. / / December 6, 2009
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A SERIES OF CORE TANTRIC VISUALS / / Tantric Series… Core Reproductive / / Tantric Series… Passions Core / / Tantric Series… Orgasm, Hers / / Tantric Series… Inside Her Passion 11:11 / / Trantric Series… His Heartache Became Hers / / Tantric Series… Erection-Persona / / Tantric Series… Clitoritis Un-Interruptus
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Words and events line up in her heart hoping she will choose their meaning to mean anything under the sun. / What freedom in metaphor when one can choose words that will dance to obscure beats and express moonlights truth by day. / My dearest LisaJ has a talent beyond measure. I saw her caveness in this granite heart and felt sweet joy and pain do a jig! For Lisa the dark and light contrast prove a goodness ground for growth. / Here is her inspired art she chose for this cave piece created, as I had always wondered what was up in there. tehee…xxxooo . My Cave / By Lisa Jewell / . It happened the moment my eyes dug into my very own Mount Sinai and the chilled forgotten mist settled between my teeth. Sin rose in my skin easing the day pain away. Into my laced fingers I bore newborn cursive tears. I named each tear before releasing their words onto my fresh life tablet. Into the rising Carmel Delta my primordial temple rose again. Between the dying of flesh and the outpouring of eternal essence, love rubbed its honeyed runes into my follicles. As far as my knees reach into the earth my strength will grow; out of the sight of heartbreaks ambush. I remain cloistered for the truth. / I shall be alone. / But I shall always love
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