Unbound Art

In God's House Surrounded by the sun, moon and stars, the Earth and the ocean waves, the pillars of civilization and the remnants of all that has been, the human being sits within the womb of self and wonders whose house he is occupying in this unknowable universe.

The Accumulation of Memory It’s three in the morning and I can’t sleep. I am overcome by my memories. I notice that I am not generating my thoughts, but that they descend upon me, consuming my attention and blocking awareness of the immediate surroundings.  I am so focused on the stories and recollections that it is as if I am under a huge pile of mental debris, the accumulated images of the past. With one deep breath, and a shift of perspective to the space I am actually in, the overwhelming past disappears.

The Sower Has Roots The roots of the plants in this magnificent garden penetrate into the ground, gathering their nourishment from the soil and water, while their stems push up through the earth to the air and sun, allowing flowers, fruit and seeds to mature.  The gardener, small in scale compared to nature’s abundance, moves among these plants, admires their beauty, harvests their produce, gathers and plants seeds for the next generation.  We may feel that we are free agents as we move easily among the plants, but we are dependent on their bounty, and just like them, we survive on the nutrients of the soil, as well as the air, water and sunshine to sustain our lifecycle. We are fully rooted in the totality of existence.