Albert Herdianto Widjojo
Sun and daylight cannot be separated
as well as energy and awareness
that’s the game of consciousness
that’s a reality on plains of our existence.
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Our consciousness go up and down naturally
Sometimes reach the top of consciousness, pure
often pawing the ground search of fortune
when the earthly grip strongly on the cliff of anxiety.
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At the lowest level of awareness
we can be coloring our lives with divinity
by surrender completely
and that’s the only key.
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If we find the key, that can open all doors
can raise awareness
makes us so close
very close, attached to the Divine.
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Illustration by Albert Herdie – Digital painting from part of The Land of Confusion Series – Move In.
An interesting place to visit
Thank you for your visit, Elenka. Also for the pleasant appreciation.
You seek the key
And yet the key
Is seeking you
It opens all doors
Only if
We learn to
Unlock
The door
In our
Own Heart
~Light and Love from The Pesky Pixie~
The Teacher will come
when the students are ready.
…Thanks for commenting on the beautiful and deep poetry, Harping…
Was I commenting? I merely left there broken sentences hahaha but I agree the Teacher will appear when the student is ready. Things take time.
Well if so, thanks for your broken sentences, Harping.
Very powerful message once again and magical art!
Your appreciative words are very valuable, Ellie. I thank you for that.
“The game of Consciousness”. Brilliant.
In fact, I would have used this recently. Yep, you can expect to see that again.
Always timely and topical in addition to inspirational.
Thank you wind rider.
O native divers, if I may bathe with your consciousness sacred water that you keep in your sacred mud bottle we may simultaneously see the water in the sky in the story of rain or poem of how air bubbles give breath for the moss in the water.
Fresh, wet and clear or with a salt sort of taste.
THE life bringer here and from the skies we are graced.
Sacred in the sense of how so many can waste
yet savored for its essence by those who know when it’s displaced.
Only the avatar who hiding in the fins can enter the sacred water in the air bubbles and throw it into the air.
Like a fish with fleas in a forty foot waterfall…
Hahaha… It’s even better!
“All I want for Christmas is to retain what remains of my silliness…”
A firm stand that I fully support!
Dare I say it? I dare, FandamtastickleSpLaSh!
I am also very firm! Do not change! I love you as you are!
Worry not, high flyer. Too late, I reinvent myself daily.
Much love back in your lap, SpLaSh! Forgive the puddles. grin.
Your art always goes hand in hand with your words perfectly.
The words touched me again. In the roller coaster journey of
life we all need to find divinity, whatever can bring us peace.
The title reminds me of a church hymn… We Surrender All.
I am only able to feel grateful that someone is willing to read and appreciate my work sincerely and wholeheartedly. As I have sometimes told you, I am not the one who has the right to exhort anyone because we all know it already. I just painted what I felt and then slightly translated it into the rows of words. For your appreciation and sincerity, Carol, I am grateful.
You have a talent whether you realize it or not. I am glad you seem to follow
your instincts with the your art and words.
Once again, I am grateful for your appreciation and I feel very honored.
Nice post! Nice picture!
Thanks a lot Georgi…
This message is true. I can see the message in the artwork too.
It’s just a simple message. Thank you for your appreciation, LaJenna