Tag: forgiveness

The Circle of Fifths – March 17, 2018

“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.

A deep remembrance of two becoming one.

And back into the heart.

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~gg🌻🌈💞

#poetryoftheheart #lovecube #videoart #spiritualartist #inspireme #alberteinstein

Music: Lucid Feel

The Calling – January 20, 2018

Digital Art by: Phoenix Colours

A musical explosion in the chest.

Is what it feels like.

A surge of energy spilling out into the world.

In a melodic cascade of Geometric waves.

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An endless waterfall of sweetness emanating from the heart.

Is what it feels like.

A magnetism, a pulling, a calling.

Inside a whirlpool of colors pulling.

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A sphere of light radiating from the heart.Is what it feels like.

Overcome by the feeling of wholeness.

An ebb and flow pattern of two hearts harmonizing as one.

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An impassioned dance of perfect mathematical precision.

Is what it feels like.

An entire universe singing to the same tune.

Of pure and tender unconditional love.

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Soft knowing whispers through the body in a sweet caress.

Is what it feels like.

Words energetically exchanged within the heart space.

A Telepathy between hearts.

~gg❤️🌈#telepathyofhearts #telepathy #callingoftheheart

Music: Hero

Digital Art by: Phoenix Colours Website Instagram : Instagram Phoenix Colours

Soleil – December 21, 2016

Soft but strong,

Purposeful but easy going,

Sweet but intense,

Pure but naughty,

Tender but tough,

Close but aloof,

Ascending but descending,

Like a wave stretching inwards to kiss the shoreline,

And falling back again,

The sun circles around the earth,

As it lovingly embraces it in its dance.

~gg

Inspired by the song “Alvrodul” by Sonoluminescence, 432hz healing and meditation music.

Check out the YouTube video here:

Alvrodul

Blind Folded – 9.22.16

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Photographer Unknown
She felt relieved.

His tight grip finally letting go of her arm, having had her pinned down on the floor for weeks now.

She had been unable to move.

Forced to stay still.

In a frozen state,

Made to observe,

The things she’d done.

The sadness she’d caused.

The lies she had told herself.

And it was not until she took responsibility for it,

That he finally released her.

Tears spilled down her eyes as she recognized herself in the mirrors that he had placed before her,

He whispered “don’t be so hard on yourself, you were blindfolded; you didn’t know better.”

And with a small wave of his hand, and as to give her a short break,

Mercury Retrograde smiled and walked away.

~gg

 

 

Forgiveness ~ 8.19.2016

picture taken by me 8.18.16
Those past relationships that sting.

Friends that become strangers due to our  personal limitations and differences.

People you might have fallen in love with once and never spoke to again.

Years of mistakes. 

Years of repeating those mistakes.

And on the full moon in Aquarius, and anniversary night, 

You walk into a room of old faces from the past; every single situation that had once ended badly,

packed neatly inside this room almost as if for careful examination.

A magnificent coincidence.

The universe so beautifully calculation to  orchestrate such a thing, 

Simply to point out that the things that might have bothered her before, no longer affected.

Only to demonstrate that what remained after these failed relationships, regardless of any wrongdoings or mistakes,

Was love.

Virtual Walls – August 12, 2016

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Artist Unknown

I’m starting to realize just how lonely most people truly are.

Could it be that the warm tenderness we used to feel through human contact has been deeply severed;

Consequences of modern technology, which has intensely crated a false sense of togetherness.

Where we befriend people from afar without getting “too personal,”

Each one of them parading behind a mask;

Acting out their magnificent role on their glorious stage,

A beautiful theatrical performance specifically catered to its audience.

A virtual reality where we can no longer differentiate between truth and deception.

A dangerous story which could leave us vulnerable to unfathomable pain.

And so we choose protection by creating walls that enslave us.

Resulting in our no longer being spectators, but also now participants,

In the very same cold and disconnected world;

leaving us empty;

making us creators of our very own lonely world.

~gg

 

 

Unlocking the Key ~July 28, 2016

picture taken by me July 24, 2016

“If you have all this power,” she urged,  “why don’t you use it to get yourself out of jail? Do something!”

Only moments before he had been showing her how powerful he was by moving objects with his mind.

“I can’t use my power for things like that,” the old man answered, “I am here to live out my purpose.”

He walked away and went inside the court room where he was being tried for murder.

She knew he was innocent.

He, however, was choosing to allow his destiny to unravel itself at the mercy of the universe.

After several hours inside the courtroom he came out smiling, now a free man.

He walked over to her and stated,  “she did her part. She testified even though she barely knew me, and she brought forth evidence that demonstrated my innocence.”

She felt relieved.

She was relieved to know that her sister had chosen not to hold any grudges over him; even though they had just learned he was their estranged grandfather.

She knew how her sister was and she had feared she would chose not to help him.  The old man was a stranger to them.  He had been gone their entire lifetime.

She had not expected for her to come forward, but was pleased that she had, having for a moment felt so so powerless with the inability to intervene.

And then,  reading her thoughts, he looked deep into her eyes and explained,”I was at her mercy. We all have to play our part.”

“You see,” he continued, “each relationship is made up of two pieces. Like if balancing out an equation, each one of us must do our part in accomplishing our piece of the puzzle.”

He further explained, “I had to go to jail even though I could have used my power to influence my innocence. But it was up to your sister to come forward and do her part. It was her part of the lesson.”

She looked at him in awe.  She could not believe he had been willing to stand still.  To have allowed his future to rest in the hands of her sister.

Smiling he nodded and quietly said:

“We must each do our part to accomplish the lesson on boths sides. This is how we unlock the key.  That is how we are able to proceed to the next level…..

And now because of this, I am truly free.”

~gg

Anticipation – May 30, 2016

They say you know when it’s about to happen.

You feel the hair on the back of your neck crawl when the angel of death is nearby.

And if she allows it, you might even be allotted time to personally say goodbye to those you lovingly leave behind.

You can sense when a storm is coming.

That scent the earth lets off, as its thirsting for the rainfall. The heaving winds stroking the land right before it goes into ecstasy. 

You know when something big is about to happen.

As when a warrior from another land visits your kingdom. He stands before you admiring his conquest, and you stare back, awake, but are both only in a dream.

You know when there’s about to be a major turning point in your story.

As when trees shed their leaves but in the springtime. As in those days that you get those repetitive signs that come in threes. 

Landmarks. Poems written about pirates with pocketful of dreams coming true on the slabs of the sidewalk floors. 

Sidewalk slab in front of Hemingway’s Key West home
They are all indications of a small amount of future we can feel being breathed into our ears.

Anticipation of the entire world changing, but within ourselves.

~gg