Have you seen how the land is molded by her supple movements? Have you seen how stones impress by her beauty? Have you seen her tremor in crystalline caves still within the fragrant magic of subterranean depths? Have you seen her react with tempestuous bravado clashing with the limestone shore? She is full of life, dancing particles, she is fluid and dynamic, altering to the perpetual shifts in her environment. She dances with seductive power and force, and yet, may trickle like the pearls of a necklace lain down to rest one bead at a time. Glassy, deceptively demure and contained. She is solid, gas, liquid-she is one. You can never have her, she has you. She is the ocean inside of you and she moves through you in highways and currents. You are her.
Dimension three is the recognition that we are not contained within any space as any set form and yet the essence is the same. We are like that of water, constantly moving through space in our many forms, influencing the forms around us, yet also transforming in the face of our environment (gas, to liquid, to ice).
Dimension three is the recognition that we are not contained within any space as any set form and yet the essence is the same. We are like that of water, constantly moving through space in our many forms, influencing the forms around us, yet also transforming in the face of our environment (gas, to liquid, to ice).
Dimension one guides you into the purity of your essence while dimension two leads you into the nature of your movements and the power of your intent. Dimension three embodies your intent. If there is any consideration as to what motivates you, conscious action is a possibility. Conscious action is like water awakening to its own influential presence. Water as liquid, water as form, water as gas shape-shifting in a series of contexts, supple as strength, drops enduring, shifting as currents carry forth. Conscious action is coming to know of your nature, your many forms, your movements and directing them through the spectrum of self-awareness into the colors of the day. Dimension three is an invocation.
As we sojourn the mysteries of our interior landscape, through the vestibules of our exterior life, we unveil ourselves in every moment-new forms emerge and then dissipate, yet eternally radiate the color of water. What is the color of water but a reflection? And if that water is murky, filled with waste as if your interior life was not cared for, what shall this water be but colored by your own disease?
Feathers alone are a thing of tender beauty, feathers together gather wind, feathers of a wing transport the glorification of nature's lead to represent itself holy. As with every aspect there retains the eye that sees the mercy of the fragments unveiling what's yet to be seen.
As we sojourn the mysteries of our interior landscape, through the vestibules of our exterior life, we unveil ourselves in every moment-new forms emerge and then dissipate, yet eternally radiate the color of water. What is the color of water but a reflection? And if that water is murky, filled with waste as if your interior life was not cared for, what shall this water be but colored by your own disease?
Feathers alone are a thing of tender beauty, feathers together gather wind, feathers of a wing transport the glorification of nature's lead to represent itself holy. As with every aspect there retains the eye that sees the mercy of the fragments unveiling what's yet to be seen.
