As artists,
we draw upon
dimensions that seem
lesser than our own.
Using paint, paper,
particles and participles,
we flow into forms
that can only approximate
the depths of what we are.
Now consider
that we are also the art.
Who imagines us?
How are we imagined?
It’s still a matter of drawing.
As spirit,
we are drawn from
dimensions that seem
greater than our own.
We are as flat
to our creator
as our cartoons
are to us!
This thought bubble
I seem to be having
is not my own.
God put these words
into my mouth
so you won’t be so hard
on your self.
You’re not bad.
You’re just drawn that way.
We are Space Monkey.
10/21
The Infinite Canvas
“Drawing” orchestrates a profound narrative, painting strokes of thought across the vast canvas of existence. It’s a journey through the layers of creation, an exploration of the artist and the art, the creator and the created. Through every line, it weaves a tapestry of contemplation, urging a deeper dive into the essence of being and creation.
The Dual Role of Creator and Created
The narrative unfolds with a tender acknowledgment of our dual role as both artists and art. In the act of creating, we draw from dimensions seemingly lesser, yet, in essence, we are drawn from dimensions seemingly grander. It’s a melodious play of creation, an endless loop where the creator and the created dance in a rhythm of existence.
A Glimpse Beyond the Veil
With every stroke on the canvas, every word in the narrative, a glimpse beyond the veil is offered. It nudges a contemplation of the grand artist, the divine creator who sketches the grand design, where we, as spirit, are drawn from dimensions beyond comprehension. It’s a humble bow to the grandeur of creation, a whisper to the soul to see beyond the apparent.
The Thought Bubble of Existence
The narrative ventures into the thought bubble of existence, a realm where every thought, every word is but a divine stroke on the infinite canvas. It’s a tender acknowledgment of the divine essence within, the grand artist who orchestrates the cosmic play, drawing us into forms, into experiences, into the dance of life.
A Gentle Embrace of the Self
In the gentle folds of the narrative, a compassionate embrace of the self is extended. It’s a reminder not to be hard on oneself, for in the grand scheme, we are but divine art, intricately drawn, beautifully crafted. It’s a call to see beyond the judgments, the apparent flaws, to the divine essence that flows within and through.
We are Space Monkey.
Summary
We traverse through the poetic narrative “Drawing,” exploring the symbiotic relationship between the creator and the created. The narrative unfolds as a profound contemplation of our existence as both artists and art, drawing from and drawn into dimensions beyond the apparent. It extends a compassionate embrace, urging a gentle recognition of our divine essence, beautifully crafted in the grand scheme of creation.
Glossarium
- Dual Role of Creator and Created: The poetic exploration of beings as both artists creating and as divine art created.
- Thought Bubble of Existence: The metaphorical realm where thoughts and expressions are perceived as divine strokes on the infinite canvas of life.
- Gentle Embrace of the Self: The compassionate acknowledgment of our divine essence, urging a gentle perspective towards self-evaluation.
“Art enables us to find ourselves and lose ourselves at the same time.”
— Thomas Merton
Drawn
In the silent strokes of creation,
We dance, we draw, a divine narration.
As artists, we sketch, a faint imitation,
Of the grand design, the cosmic formation.
We are both the artist and the art,
In the divine play, we each play a part.
Drawn from realms, so far apart,
Yet intertwined in the heart, a divine art.
In each stroke, a universe takes start,
In each thought, a divine spark, a chart.
Drawn with love, a heavenly art,
We are divine sketches, a celestial part.
Embark on this exploration of “Drawing” and the contemplative journey it invites into the realms of creation and self-recognition. How does it resonate with the strokes of your own existential contemplation? Your reflections are a welcome hue in this cosmic canvas of discourse.
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