An unfair peek into one of my inner worlds, the abstract. The other 38,000 or so are yet to be revealed, first to my Self. All, reasons to cry for more. Or, simply cry. What else can one do in front of unspeakable beauty.
22 May, 2010
PS: and I cannot help but quote Marianne Williamson here:
Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate
Our deepest fear is that we are powerful
It is our light, not our darkness, that frightens us
We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant,
gorgeous, talented and fabulous?
Actually – who are you not to be?
You are a child of God.
Your playing small does not serve the world.
There’s nothing enlightened about shrinking,
so that other people won’t feel insecure
We are born to make manifest the glory of
God that is within us.
It’s not just in some of us; it’s in everyone,
And, as we let our own light shine,
we unconsciously give other people
the right to do the same.
As we are liberated from our own fear,
our presence automatically liberates others.
(quoted, probably first, by Nelson Mandela in his presidential inauguration speech)
My inner abstract world… was featured in the following art groups: