“The love cube” Art by Phoenix Colours @phoenixd22 • Phoenix Colours
I love her work, and love the way her colors depict heart, mind, and soul in balance. Feminine and masculine energies in unity becoming one. *
“The love cube” is a beautiful digital musical art combination by @phoenixd22
And I’m honored to collaborate with her once again with a poem I created that goes with my love for music, art, and MATH😍💕💕💕
It’s about seeing art, music, and math as a whole – like a rainbow – a circle- it is all one and the same 🌈🙏🏻💕 in honor of Albert Einstein’s Birthday (3.14) I wrote these words to go with @phoenixd22 beautiful art- thank you Yassi 😘💕💕💕
“The Circle of Fifths”
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The universe is an infinite mathematical equation always trying to balance itself out.
A soft flow.
A dance to a geometric symphony.
An elegant spiraling of romantic movements where math and art become one.
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There’s a scintillating energetic transference.
A rhythmic expansion and contraction.
A whimsical conquering between feminine and male divinity.
A twist of love bonding two hemispheres that were once seas apart.
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A cube-bounded sphere twirling.
Creating waves of exuberance and joy in a coming together.
A union.
A deep desire to give and re-give in an infinite circuit of love.
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A toroidal field.
Of energy flowing, backwards and forwards.
A tango of love.
Emanating in emerald green colored musical notes.
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A pentagram formed of thirteen spheres rotating inside a cube of love.
Vibrations exuding from the motion of stimulating rainbow light.
It was tied solely at the corner of her left shoulder.
She was wearing nothing underneath.
She plucked the strings,
Of a harp,
The angelic sounds,
so perfect,
It was more than math.
This math quickly turned into passionate love making.
The instrument stood solid between her legs,
While her hands gently touched
the monochord instrument
with such sweet caresses,
they produced such sweet vibrations,
they electrified her entire body to the core.
A feeling so profound,
Her soul moaned with pleasure.
And in that very instance,
She heard her soul sing.
A melody of words which she desperately anguished to write.
They were so full of passion; creation.
A tune reminding her that she had nothing to fear,
For the desires and pleasures that were awakening within her,
Were simply memories;
Memories that were here to set her free.
And so, resolved,
she stopped for a brief moment,
got up, and walked over to the wall.
And as if in Ancient Egypt,
and so that her words would never be forgotten,
She carved in black bold ink:
“TO JUDGE THYSELF IS A JUDGMENT IN ITSELF.”
And with that,
She sat down,
legs wide open,
placed the instrument confidently between her legs,
and allowed the music to become her.
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Inspired by an Egyptian Poem called “The Harpeer’s Song for Inherkawy” from the National Geographic News:
The Harper’s Song for Inherkhawy (Excerpt)
So seize the day! hold holiday!
Be unwearied, unceasing, alive
you and your own true love;
Let not the heart be troubled during your
sojourn on Earth,
but seize the day as it passes!
Sometimes I wonder if we actually create are own realities,
Or if we simply learn to see colors where none truly exist.
Could it be that some of us have trained ourselves to see the beauty in everything so that we may simply bear to live our otherwise boring lives full of society based rituals and mundane routines?
Have we learned to truly enjoy every breath taken? Or have we simply learned to freeze time by converting that one special moment lived into an eternal memory; only a minute within a 24 hour day lived, with the remaining 1,439 minutes of fast paced nonsense spent, and already forgotten.
All but to rush into bed just to relive that one minute memory, but in a dream.
Could it be that we’ve only become complacent and feel happy simply because we made up our minds up to be?
Is what we tell ourselves once we’ve learned to love ourselves simply another illusion?
Are we truly the special ones that can transmute darkness into light? Can we truly bring a glimmer of light in the darkest of places, always enchanted by the magic we see in the everyday things?
The optimists, the game changers, the ones that smile through the tears.
Is this true happiness, or simply a coping mechanism?
This is why we must be led by our hearts, and allow ourselves to feel. Feel everything, feel it all, but then address those feelings. Analyze them. Don’t let them leave you and be forgotten without truly understanding where those feelings came from.
Connecting the heart (our leader) with our minds (our guardian) is the only way to break through the illusions.
Only then is when we can truly find authenticity; true happiness.
I Am Rainbow Gabby 