*the land* with ghost pine in hand…medicine bag collecting stones that echo subtle rainbows rippling through eternity on their way to become sand
echoing the rawness of honey in digital eye candy form//with instructions of leaf and stories of grass// to intensify the strata of withered prairie pastures// to breathe and bathe into being//ordinary wildflowers//sassafrassing lasting pigmentations of collective artifactual mesmerations//for heaven on earth cultivation//for time as art//for eternity//for evolution into the beautiful//for freedom to have bliss'ness be our sol purpose and only bizniss//for letting the rational dissolve and letting our hearts salve us into collective soul chrysalis//with shards of the magix in photographs and artifacts//i mosaic and remix//tumbling the timeless and formless into golden channels wrapped in etheric enamels// for the movement of this moment//where we gingerly sew the skin of humanity back into one peace and reform//as one love
*the land* with ghost pine in hand…medicine bag collecting stones that echo subtle rainbows rippling through eternity on their way to become sand
painting i purchased at the market in miraflores in iquitos peru….channels my vision to the tee from my 2nd cermony of diving into the sacred eternal possibilities
