Art
Here is a selection of some paintings I have created as commissions
for people's homes and workspaces and others that I just felt the
urge to create.
Some originals are for sale and others are available as
prints
Please enquire if you are interested
emma@lifeflower.co.uk
07817117660
Poetry
I
have a deep personal desire to know and experience my true nature
and I study and meditate within areas such as Advaita Vedanta, A
Course in Miracles and non-dulaity teachings.
I
question my beliefs and values and feel that "truth" is only really
known in direct experience.
Last
summer this poem seemed to spring from me. It brings up the
potential....if we are to look, of what a relationships can show
us. It is about the longing for that Love which we all yearn for.
If we look beneath our longings in relationships of any kind we
will see that what we long for is unconditional love and a sense of
safety. That is the Love that we truly are. It is not found in
another person or object but is in fact the nature of ourselves.
Ancient Scriptures, Mystics, The Bible and more all direct us to
this place. I wish to thank all the beautiful souls who have been
part of my life and have in turn inspired this
poem.
Longing
Longing,
stark and bright or hiding quietly with a pattering of it's
fragrance.
Oh,
how we long.
Sitting
with it's bittersweet essence as it swirls in my heart and
throat,
Twinges
and little stabbings
I
think of my Love who in their presence the longing
dissolves,
I am
at home.
No
need to speak,
No
need to do,
Just
be.
But
where resides that longing and home?
Within
within within
They
lie together
It is
only in I
The
Love is I just reminding me I am already home but had
forgotten
Thank
you my Love for showing me
A
thought of you, a sit with you,
A
total embrace with you
Is
all in me and all in you.
The
longing twinges disintegrate
All
is peace
Behind
the veil of longing is always home
Rest
there my Love
Tears
may roll down my cheeks as the longing swirls and
lingers
But a
shimmer of light is always there quietly in peace
beneath
You
are like a gentle breeze that blows the last autumn leaves off the
branches,
The
shadows of my thoughts and musings,
The
dandelion head off it's stalk,
And
then I remember home, a stillness, a peace, an is.
I sit
longing, it in me....oh the rawness of it,
But
to actually visit, welcome and love it with tenderness feels so
perfect,
It is
ok
Permeating
it all is Home,
I
just forgot
And
you helped me to remember
