Tumbling Cube Pyramid | Oil on Wood 8 3/4 x 8 3/4 x 5 inches|2023

“Chill”

Chill? But what anger bubbles beneath this hill? Everyone trying to grab
hold but they’re ready to explode. It’s the
spirit
of old we no longer behold. Remember that Moses was meek, strength
under control, Let My People Go. Eternal teachings spark the fires that
transform desire. It starts
within
and travels without, there is no doubt.
Wandering adrift, amiss, unstable and unable, only false hope in the
latest dope. Stumbling through lands bereft and barren, humbled to
find
some peace of mind. Take root and grow don’t wait till it’s too late.
Peace is within our
reach,
or so we preach.
The smith tempers the sword to receive his reward. Turn off, tune in,
and
drop into the infinite spirit waiting at the door. In fact, chillness
requires stillness. Seeking the ancient teaching. Meditation without
hesitation.
Sacred worlds are calling us home.