Posts Tagged ‘heart of compassion’

Compassion

 

 

He is only two.. he died in his father’s arms along with his four year old little brother.. his mother died in the Turkish sea with her son’s. This little toddler’s name was Aylan Kurdi.. they wanted to be Canadians.. they wanted to be safe.. they wanted a safe and happy home.. just like every human being wants.. just like we all deserve. The question is can you allow yourself to feel the sorrow that you should be feeling as another human being for this tiny little one..for his brother, mother and father? Can you see him not just as your child, or as your loved one..but can you see and allow yourself to feel the sorrow and the anger at world powers that allow a child to die like this..? while doing nothing! I am so angry at my Canadian government for not allowing this poor family entrance into my peaceful country.. where this child and his brother would of had a chance of growing into men.. who could of lived to the fullness of their lives.. When is the world going to step up and stop the suffering of the Syrian people and other migrant families from other countries? What is happening to humanity.. that we have so much.. there are so many who have so much more than others.. yet we hoard.. and we brag.. and then to make ourselves exempt; or to excuse ourselves from the suffering of others.. we blame them for causing their own suffering.. so that we can give ourselves permission not to feel.. ?

Even in spiritual circles.. there is spiritual snobbery ..were they believe other’s manifest their own suffering.. that is just another excuse to be selfish.. Oooooh! We are so selfish.. we want fame and fortune..and huge amounts of wealth.. we don’t want to share what we have.. this planet doesn’t have actual borders.. human beings create them.. we create separation out of greed ..greed that is caused by fear of lack.. greed that is caused by ignorance.. greed that is caused by pure selfishness..!

And so children and families die.. they die horrible deaths just trying to be free… just wanting their basic human rights to be met.. just wanting dignity! DIGNITY! If you are not outraged .. if you are not deeply saddened by this.. you have lost your soul.. you are more dead than this child is.. you are the walking dead.. a zombie.. and that I suppose is the deep root of the weed that strangles the heart of humanity.. that so many are the dead walking.. their hearts are frozen.. they are brutally numbed down.. dead and soulless.. so if this doesn’t make you cry..if this doesn’t make you weep..if this doesn’t raise up a deep scream for justice, deep inside your heart and soul.. you are not really alive at all.

Listen to the music

I created these art selfies in the park while being inspired by the piano man. I wanted to show you what the music looks like.

So many things and so many people have broken my heart.. my mind has been greatly troubled and my demons had their way with me.. Everything surfaced when I met with another person who is quite popular and well know in my local community. I knew our experiences were night and day.. I knew that meeting with him would prove to be painful.. yet I had to try.. just try. But afterwards I saw that he was very good friends with many of the people who deliberately hurt me.. by excluding me from organizations.. by being prejudiced against me as an artist..because I don’t create safe wine art..or coffee table art..or decor.. my art is raw and meaningful..sexual and passionate.. intellectual and intelligent .. my art is controversy and so I am controversy.. but the old wounds that didn’t have time to heal..that were still seeping in pain..burst open.. and my mind was filled with the worms that came from the can of worms that was reopened.. upon meeting with a man who has so much more than I have.. one that is my direct opposite in comparison towards being fully accepted vs being labeled as inappropriate..

musical magical spell

So I finally cried myself to sleep last night.. finally the damn burst inside of me..the frustration weeping from me ..turning into silent hot ..scolding tears of the words that couldn’t give verse.. to expressing the rage..that words cannot explain..but only hot silent tears can tell.

I was still in my funk when I took my kids to city park.. my oldest daughter wanted to sunbathe as she did her sketching..and my son wanted to skateboard with the big boys.. I was bitchy from feeling surrounded by Kelowna..feeling sick of Kelowna; as we drove up to find some event going on in the park.. but as we set up..and spread our blankets..unpacked our snacks..the music started to play.. live music..and I felt my self .. start to relax.. I felt the anger start to leave me.. as my children played..and the music played..and the burning sun, kissed my shoulders..

musical bliss

Then a man who wrote his own music and lyrics started to play the piano..it was only him..his heart..and the piano.. and he played it will all heart..

the music in my heart

I felt the tears well up..and my heart climbed into my throat.. his music was so rich.. opulent .. he turned joy to sorrow and sorrow to joy.. it was as if his fingers played the keys and then my heart at the same time.. it was the music.. it broke the evil spell that was cast over me..by me comparing myself to them again.. knowing that they all laugh at me because I am nothing like them.. I, myself knowing, I couldn’t ever be like them.. knowing I will never fit in.. I will never be accepted by them or be appropriate to them.. but somehow the music cast a new spell..a sweet spell of magic that brought me to my knees on the inside.. I prayed to the music as I was present with each note.. fully there on each scale..and then the crescendo broke my heart wide open.. raw and vulnerable .. pure but damaged.. I was with the music..with the passion and purity..with the sweetness and the rage.. ripped apart..wide open ..a bloody heart full of feeling..ripe and bleeding..

music

And I knew this artist playing.. I knew he knew that none of this shit matters.. none of these people matter.. it’s the art that matters.. it’s the music.. it is the creative bliss that makes one bleed on the keys of the piano.. they all listen to him..but it is just him and the piano and they are one.. one with the universal flow of creative energy.. the life force.. and so artist die to their craft to be truly alive…

crazy artist

Every artist walks with a heart that is never fully mended.. we take our pain and we use it to paint our bliss..

blissful surrender to the music

Many who read this will never understand what it is like to walk the earth with your heart bleeding droplets of ruby red…

All I ever wanted..

 

All I ever wanted was your heart

The diamonds, the sapphires, rubies and sparkly things couldn’t fill my arms ..

All I ever wanted was your heart

Just sit and stay with me; talk with me and walk with me and hold me closely ..

All I ever wanted was your heart

I wasn’t like the rest; I really was looking out for your best..

All I ever wanted was your heart

I didn’t need the big parties; I didn’t want everyone to see the things you bought for me..

All I ever wanted was your heart

Sit with me by the hearth; in your arms I have everything I have ever wanted..

All I ever wanted was your heart

I know you worked so hard to show the world what a man you are..

All I ever wanted was your heart

I didn’t need the fancy gowns or a golden crown or the crowds..

All I ever wanted was your heart

I was the one that waited alone in our bed for you to finally come and rest your head..

All I ever wanted was your heart

Oh I how I cried and cried and cried when you just would walk on bye..

All I ever wanted was your heart

I would beg and I would plead “Baby please stay a while with me..”

All I ever wanted was your heart

Now time has gone bye and we are far apart..

All I ever wanted was your heart

The Dream Within The Dream

 

I had the most amazing dream about the Egyptian Gods….

In my dream they spoke to me in dreams within the dream.. they sent me on a mission to find the heart… it was in the most unsuspecting place were no one thought it would be.. in a humble garden over grown with weeds.. it was once a place of lovers.. but the world has lost true love, so the garden was forgotten.. the spirits whispered to me the path and the way in the darkness..as those of the world tried to lead me away.. but I chose to listen to the spirits as I felt their love for love compel me… and in the darkness in the gateway was the heart.. cold..dormant and sleeping. I was told there was a key..by the spirits.. they told me to raise my hand towards the heart.. and when I did the heart started to open and bloom..it shined and shimmered.. and my hand became the key.. I was the key the entire time.. and I was chosen to bring the treasure to the people.. the ones of the birthright..

I had opened the heart of compassion.. and the old world of greed started to crumble..they sent their kind to find me and destroy me.. the greedy, heartless ones.. but the spirits told me…and they made them blind to me with their magic.. and they sent spirits to protect me and lead me to the treasure.. and right under their noses..I unlocked the golden chest .. as I am the key and they didn’t know it.. blind as they are to love..

I found the old scrolls of wisdom in the chest… and the beginning of creation…and I set the wisdom free into this reality again..

They are so blind.. they thought they had control.. but now the Gods are here.

This was my dream.. I awoke feeling protected.

 

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