Hi Everyone, Here in the Northwoods of Wisconsin the gardens are mostly readied for winter. Maybe also; like me, your time is a little more freed up from your gardens or the other extroverted activities of summer and you are flowing and moving towards more introspective projects.
I have had time to take some really well-taught online art courses (see the wonderful options at Smithsonian Associates (.org) I will be posting a few recommendations on our new Facebook Page) in art composition and paint mixing to attain the right colors for my flower drawing and watercolor sketchbook (featured in the upcoming months).
Another project for me has been to find poetry that is divinely inspirational and to figure out just what makes it so divine. I have literally read dozens and dozens of poems (I try to read a few everyday). A couple of days ago I read this poem and realized that the mention of the flower – White Jasmine – put me over the top in terms of really feeling the expansive, joyful, and blissful qualities of the poem and our divine nature.
It seems that for life’s greatest questions and revelations, language will often fail us, but the addition of a flower brings it (and you) to an exceedingly profound place. See if you enjoy this as much as I do!
This poem is written by Mahadeviyakka in the 12th century in India:
I do not call it his sign,
I do not call it becoming one with his sign.
I do not call it union,
I do not call it harmony with union.
I do not say something has happened.
I do not say nothing has happened.
I will not name it You,
I will not name it I.
Now that the White Jasmine Lord is myself,
What use for words at all?
Many blessing of love and light, elizabeth