Rising from deep within, breaking through to the light, with a feather touch, winged breath, glistening eyes, that which had always been, never lost, re-emerging fully in the recalling and awakening everything in a dance of fiery golden light.
"Phoenix Recharged" Original painting by Bettina Madini, Acrylic on canvas. 20x16 (inches)
What made you believe he was lost?
Can the infinite joy ever be lost?
Do you believe you are lost?
This is a funny idea.
Do you know?
You hold within you a seed... a magnificent, unique seed that has magical power. But you, instead, believe you are tiny, you have nothing, you most obey the rules that insist upon your weakness.
When will you wake up, turn away from the chimes and robotic perpetration of algorithmic patterns?
When will you summon your powers, stand up from the dust of the machines and look at the earth that is calling from deep within?
You say you don't hear it? You are a liar.
You hear it. You know.
Your body knows. Why is your body aching? Can you imagine the possibility that your body is communicating with you? Speaking louder and louder and LOUDER?
Yet you muffle the sound with bandages, pills and courteous ignorance.
Wake up!
Wake up!
Wake up!
Dreamer of potency!
Creator of magnitude!
You have wings! You know! You are here, why?
Did you come here to be comfortable in your plush armchair of blindness?
Or did you come here to change the game board?
You know.
You have recharged your batteries for eons.
Your heart has been rumbling.
You are more like a volcano than a sleepy mouse. (sorry, mouse! you get what I'm trying to convey! they get it!)
You have been on the wheel of time.
Following the clock.
24-7
Tick-Tok-Tick-Tok.
Monday through Sunday.
Tick-Tok-Tick-Tok.
Well, it has run it's course.
The wheel is melting.
Look up from the dust.
And acknowledge the sparkles around you.
What-did-you-come-here-to-CREATE?
