Snippets on the Brink of Wisdom
As Above So Below
~ancient pursian wisdom
I sleep to wake and take my waking slow. I learn by going where I have to go.
I wake to many distant sprites aglow in a field and no fear cause it’s all illuminated nice and fine- like night swimming remains a friend of mine and a dynamic play off the grass, grazing light becomes my freckled eyes-all sprinkled with sleepy dust, out of talk we are due for this moonlit walk.
The Spirit Indeed is willing, but the flesh is weak.
~New Testament Mathew
Follow your inner Giddy.
The Lotus flower blooms most beautifully from the deepest and thickest Mud. ~Buddhist proverb
Live deep, suck life’s marrow, and sleep.
Clown-like, happiest on your hands,
Feet to the stars, and moon-skulled
Gilled like a fish. A common-sense
Thumbs-down on the dodo’s mode
Wrapped up in yourself like a spool,
Trawling your dark as owls do.
We waste time looking for the perfect lover, instead of creating the perfect love.
Lackadaiscal days have caught me quite content.
Greater the knowledge, the deeper the mystery.
You know quite well, deep within you, that there is only a single magic, single power, a single salvation and that is called Loving. Well, then, love your suffering. Do not resist it, do not flee from it. It is your aversion that hurts, nothing else.
When I returned from so many journeys,
I stayed suspended and green
Between sun and geography-
I saw how wings worked,
How perfumes are transmitted,
By feathery telegraph.
Pinned by the sun between Solstice
And equinox, drowsy and tangled together
We drifted for months and woke.
Human folly does not impede the turning of the stars.
We can flock together and form, yet we still swarm within and deform.
Follow the inner moonlight, don’t hide the madness.
The only normal people are those you don’t know.
Remember, No human condition is ever permanent. Then you will not be overjoyed in good fortune, nor too sorrowful in misfortune.
Everything has an equal and opposite energy.
Natural Laws are not forces external to things but represent the harmony of movement immanent in them.
These large forms have everything!
Milk all senarios like you are trying to produce the sweetest of Honey Butters.
When the futility of all conceptual thinking is recognized, reality is experienced as pure suchness.
The best discoveries are windfalls.
Be a songbird, not a parrot.
In this world, there is nothing more submissive and weak than water,
yet for attacking that which is hard and strong, nothing can surpass it.
The primary perception of plants is not confused by the different senses, it just knows.
Strange clouds, fragments of glory, envisioning glimmering stars of a story…..commanding you look to the blue up above, to the light that creates you.
All the sorrow and grudges, all the ghosts and fears, have now passed. I must have inhaled some strange feather that finally fell out.
How do you do that birds, enter the private chambers of my lord?
And they sang, they all just sang.
So I gathered it was time to become a musician, and I did.
The world offers itself to your imagination, calls to you like wild geese, harsh and exciting.
We mix up beauty and beautiful, they are not interchangeable. Beautiful is a human judgment. Beauty is ALL.
Love stands hand and hand, and one shock of recognition sends the whole circle round.
An oasis for all life the soul becomes, when it is unveiled
When I was the stream, when I was the forest, when I was still the field, when I was every hoof, foot, fin, and wing, when I was the sky itself…. No one ever asked me did I have a purpose, was there something I might need.
Most minds abruptly turn and undermine the chance of humming.
Who Is Sarah?
The Great Reduction is happening for me all the time. I am honing in and attempting to be precise with all actions and observations. I look at our world, I feel it, everything is ephemeral and whirling, truly a hard thing to harness and enjoy. This is to say, that all is fleeting increasingly fast- this vortex we’ve spawned from has an endless past and the predictable future, yet where is the present? This sometimes causes me to curl up with my extremities and hold them tight. This over-stimulated world makes many of us curl up and repress in order to feel a thread of sanity or a dab of safety. I too am overwhelmed by the fullness and abundance! And the weight of this. I try with my art to release some of these overwhelming abstractions that I carry in my bones every day-that we all actually carry down the street and forget to say, “Hey”. Every day that I get even a little gesture down, frozen on some ground, I feel lighter and more PRESENT. There is undeniably a wellspring in all of us, continually, eternally pumping. If we can harness the source and lie comfortably still in it, then I believe we would all reach the same spot of delicious fearlessness. The closest I have gotten to the lucid and vital source of myself is through Art. Creating induces raw emotions, notions, and explosions that we all store in the depths of our fleshy bodies. When these have been released I feel little pain, nagging or impinging on my life. Its light and Euphoric. It is the storing and stashing from repression that breeds tension and weight in our bodies. A purging, if you will, is necessary for one to show up and be present. I want to be holding the present space like the Gift that it is, so I hold the past and all of its rich memories in the pigments and surfaces I play with.
I talk to you about my reasons rather than my results because I believe that my artwork should speak on it’s own. I will paint everything and with anything. My real medium is the cleared slate- Tabula Rasa in which all the hope for proceeding lies. My work is best equated to my hair- it has its good days and bad days, most days it is not belabored and composes naturally in loose strands and stringy curls. It is fast and freewheeling, comfortable and composed. My work changes theme and color scheme often, though the energy and intention remain steady. My intention is in the kinetic, synergistic, and ephemeral flow that weaves through everything we know and don’t know. My energy comes from knowing that this whole world is here for the play of our grand imaginations. Like the waters, I hope my work can make it low to the ravines and flow to touch the myriad.