“We can see the Divine in each speck of dust, but that doesn’t stop us from wiping it away with a wet sponge. The Divine doesn’t disappear; it’s transformed into the clean surface.”
― Paulo Coelho
Transformation is constant. It may sound cliche but I feel like I’ve spent more time becoming than I have spent being anything. Tho through everything, the good times, the bad times, the disasters, the blessings (and with good reason Carlos Castaneda says to see both of those as merely challenges rather than assign value judgements), the horrible acts that people do to each other and the wonderful acts of kindness and heroism that take place every day. There’s no part of any of it that’s not divine. If you think of the universe perfect and complete beyond time and space there are no disasters merely a different spot of colour in a multi-dimensional tapestry.
Blessings, G
continued state of bliss no matter what is going down. your top peice is exceptional w/ all the colours and the bottom draws me into the light of colours. 🙂 jk
Almost zennish…
Thank you
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Collage was my life, universe a tapestry by divine.
continued state of bliss no matter what is going down. your top peice is exceptional w/ all the colours and the bottom draws me into the light of colours. 🙂 jk
Thank you — I appreciate your enjoyment of them