Zuihitsu

By fractal analysis, it has been proven that all of the million or so of Jackson Pollock’s spontaneous drippings and flingings were not random: therefore, somehow planned.

So how then can we not believe in Guidance?

Whoever would have thought that after all my years of such strong ambivalence (to put it mildly) towards my mother, I would eventually come to feel so Beloved by her?

I’ve been so Blessed by Guidance.

Breathes there the man with soul so dead,
who never to himself hath said,
I am her Beloved, I live in her Love.

(with apologies to Sir Walter Scott)

I am her beloved,
I live in her love.

I am her love.

I know many singers
who also play –
but few players
who also sing.

Can a lullaby
ever be played?
Isn’t love
to be sung?

I paint for you:
for you to be inspired
to paint for others.

I am a healer,
and to heal
is to help make whole:
one with your Soul.

And your Soul
is your Muse,
your innate Creativity.

Paint from your Soul,
and, at last, be Whole.

And then paint
to help others
to their Souls.

Yesterday,
the trees danced.
Today,
they are still.
Different meditations.

Most self-help books
are primarily for the help
of the self of the author.