An ode to the elements that we often see reflected all around us. In a world filled with so many mirrors, which is the truest reflection?
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In the present moment lies the Void / The pure, infinite pool of all potentials / Positively rippling with life / Into which we dive for a few eternal moments
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A short poem/prose about comfort and security, using carpets as a metaphor. How do you handle it when the carpet’s pulled out from under your feet?
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There is a tree that remembers everything. Long are her roots, connecting deep into the Earth toward the molten core. Her trunk is several feet thick and withered with age.
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These prints express the multi-dimensional cosmology described by New Age philosophy. Each colorful image was printed onto transparencies, layered and projected.
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It was always a quick transition between exiting the car and starting down the narrow path into the forest. The initial entryway consists of a long path framed by trees.
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There is a mountain, ever shifting / Winds pass by with the sound of flutes / Rivers weave around grass and rock / Eternity looms beyond the fog
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Once when I was very young, I got lost in a mysterious forest. The auburn light shone through the trees, casting an eerie glow through the woods.
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