Two Autumn Leaves
6 x 12 x 1 1/2 Oil on Canvas
$125
Aloha & Happy month of November! The show opening was a huge success and we had a turn out of at least 50 people. Thank you to all who were able to attend! For those of you that couldn't make it... the exhibit should be up at least through the end of the year. So head down to Stockbridge for a latte and some r&r while taking in the new art on the walls! You can't miss my dragonfly!
The piece above was created from two leaves I found while out on one of may walks down Old Stockbridge Road........
We are kicking around the idea of a poetry reading sometime this month so to get you all in the mood here is one of my favorite pieces by Rumi called The Inner Garments of Love. I actually use this piece in one of my Yoga Nidra scripts too and people love it! (read aloud it's better!)
A
soul which is not clothed
with
the inner garment of Love
should
be ashamed of its existence.
Be
drunk with Love,
for
Love is all that exists.
Where
is intimacy found
if
not in the give and take of Love.
If
they ask what Love is,
say;
the sacrifice of will.
If
you have not left your will behind,
You
have no will at all.
The
lover is a king of kings
with
both worlds beneath him;
and
a king does not regard
what
lies at his feet.
Only
Love and the lover
can
resurrect beyond time.
Give
your heart to this;
the
rest is secondhand.
How
long will you embrace
a
lifeless beloved?
Embrace
that entity
to
which nothing can cling.
What
sprouts up every spring
will
wither and die by autumn,
but
the rose garden of Love
Is
always green.
Both
the rose and the thorn
appear
together in spring,
and
the wine of the grape
is
not without its headaches.
Don’t
be an impatient
bystander
on this path -----
by
God there’s no death
worse
than expectation
Set
your heart on hard cash
if
you are not counterfeit,
and
listen to this advice
if
you are not a slave.
Don’t
falter on the horse
of
the body; go more lightly on foot.
God
gives wings to those
who
are not content to ride an ass.
Let
go of your worries
and
be completely clear-hearted,
like
the face of a mirror
that
contains no images.
When
it is empty of forms,
all
forms are contained in it.
No
face would be ashamed
to
be so clear.
If
you want a clear mirror,
behold
yourself
and
see the shameless truth
which
the mirror reflects.
If
metal can be polished
to a
mirror like finish,
What
polishing might the mirror
of
the heart require?
Between
the mirror and the heart
is
this single difference:
the
heart conceals secrets,
while
the mirror does not…
