Smiles have
this way, they
captivate and
illuminate,
they raise up
our energy
and light up
the world,
they ripple
outward and
boomerang
back to us,
they’re a gift
we give to others
and to ourselves,
so just…
Smile.
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Smile © Susan L Hart 2022
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Snowflakes
falling softly
tentatively
pure, white
innocent
new life.
I am one.
Earth
cold hard
dormant,
I land here.
I am ice,
I am lost.
I wait.
Spring comes,
warm sun,
I melt into
playing,
trickling,
tiny rivulet.
I am born.
Playful riffles,
gently learning
to flow
to maneuver
to be stream.
Time passing
stream is good
but I want more,
then suddenly –
rushing, roaring,
swirling, foaming,
I become river.
Sometimes sunlight
flowing smoothly,
other times storms,
rocks, gashing,
hard, struggling.
Learning
to be with rocks,
trees, sky,
other rivulets,
and streams.
I am more.
Time passing,
waiting and
wanting,
with a deep
hunger inside
for vast.
And finally,
I let go
of ego
and transform,
to endless, infinite
water ocean.
I die.
I am born.
I am One.
This poem is an excerpt from my ebook Our Beautiful Earth.
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Right, wrong,
north, south,
black, white,
which way do I go?
I have walked the flat
gray plain of existence
that this third dimension
too often can be,
futilely exploring
the monotones of
an oft desolate place,
where each small
blade of grass shivers
sadly in the landscape,
calling out to the sky.
And I have wondered –
If white is all color,
and black its absence,
where are the colors between?
So I’ve left that plain
and I’m climbing
a shining mountain;
I will not rest ’til
I find all the colors,
that grand view above
a too narrow horizon.
The trek is exhilarating,
the views are breathtaking,
and I’m heading for that
brilliant peak yonder.
It’s the place of my dreams,
where rainbows gleam
and eagles soar,
and my soul can live free.
Black & White & Rainbows © Susan L Hart | HartInspirations.com | Get a free ebook
It gives me great pleasure to grow things, although it’s been a few years since I’ve maintained large gardens. There is something so satisfying about dropping tiny packet seeds of life into the ground, then nurturing them to their full-blown potential. Sunflowers were among my favorite annuals, and a few of them always graced my back garden among the perennials.
Sunflowers are magnificent in full bloom, but as an artist I am also attracted to their waning fall beauty. I have drawn and painted them many times, as did Vincent Van Gogh. The other day I was searching for a few Van Gogh images for a short book I am now just finishing on self-realization. There are several large museums worldwide that have given open access to images of their collections. One of them is The Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York. (Also affectionately known as simply “The Met”.)
They have a few nice Van Gogh pieces, including one of some withered sunflowers lying on a table (Sunflowers, 1887). I have among my own art images several of withered sunflowers at the end of the season.
So here’s a question for you: Is one of the images below a “Van Gogh à la Susan Hart”, and the other “Susan Hart à la Van Gogh”? You may snicker at the suggestion of Van Gogh imitating me, however, that amusement would be based on several faulty assumptions: a) that time is linear, and since he lived before me, how could he “know about me”, and b), that he is famous and I am not, so again, even if time could move backwards linearly, how could he “know about me”?
In actual fact, fame is rather irrelevant to this thought exercise. My message is really about our perception of time, and our conscious awareness of everything. So…
Since time is not really linear (we just measure our lives that way) – all time actually exists at once, and our consciousness can connect to all ideas and knowledge in the ether throughout all time – it is not entirely impossible that he also “knows about me”. We are both huge lovers of sunflowers, so it’s possible (for example) that we have a connection of consciousness simply in a shared passion for giant yellow flora.
It’s a metaphysical puzzle for your Sunday, one that may hopefully make you question why we live in a world that is so intent on keeping our conscious awareness, and therefore our experience of life, so small…
“Sunflowers”, Vincent Van Gogh
A clip from “Waning Beauty”, Susan Hart
Sunflower Metaphysics © Susan L Hart | Friendly comments welcome
Have you asked yourself lately, “What is real?” The natural world is real, nature is real, you are real, but everything you observe around you in society is a humankind-made and enforced matrix.
Lately do you feel like you have entered a nightmare over which you have no control? The matrix of society is built on ever-shifting sand, where individuals at the top of the social hierarchy constantly make up new rules for us.
When I was a child, I had several recurring lucid nightmares that haunted me night after night, until my consciousness realized that I did not have to play the victim. I had the ability to think my way through the problem and control the outcome.
When I came to that realization and experimented with it, the fear-induced dreams ended. Whatever part of my psyche that was susceptible to the fear was overruled by my deep desire and then intention to overcome it.
Why is our awake time in this world any different? We can play victim to the fear spun in this authority and media contrived matrix, or we can decide that we will have intention to manifest a different outcome ourselves.
What will be your dream of life today? Theirs, or yours?
“Time is an illusion.” ~
“Reality is merely an illusion, albeit a very
persistent one.” ~ Albert Einstein
“I have realized that the past and future are
real illusions, that they exist in the present,
which is what there is and all there is.”
~ Alan Wilson Watts
“Normal is an illusion. What is normal for
the spider is chaos for the fly.”
~ Charles Addams
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