Everyday Ink

Live long, live short, It doesn't matter. The mind continues. "The time is an illusion," wise people said that. I look into my life, life before, life ahead, The rich, dreamy experiences of coming and going. All is in flux. All is transitory. The profound consciousness remains. Tell me how to cut the water of river in half, Show me the way to divide time. The continuum of time is endless. Not here, not there. The energy manifests and changes; I can feel it. I am not too bright, I cannot see far, I don't know what is supposed to be. What's coming. The memory of time is deep in the forest, The green moss and stone walls scattered, In there I left my flute, But the melody still echoing. "Time River" - A poem written in 2018 re-write in 2022 Acrylic on canvas. 26 x 54 in. Auspicious River

Remembering the sound, smell, light, and magic of waterfalls. Everything changes constantly, drastically. Standing by the waterfalls: just be, here and now. Be still in all the movements. Aware of the energy flowing. It's like having a good conversation with the universe. The present moment contains everything. Bathing in the moment of complete fullness... The Swan Did you too see it, drifting, all night, on the black river? Did you see it in the morning, rising into the silvery air - An armful of white blossoms, A perfect commotion of silk and linen as it leaned into the bondage of its wings; a snowbank, a bank of lilies, Biting the air with its black beak? Did you hear it, fluting and whistling A shrill dark music - like the rain pelting the trees - like a waterfall Knifing down the black ledges? And did you see it, finally, just under the clouds - A white cross Streaming across the sky, its feet Like black leaves, its wings Like the str...

Plain and simple, and spiritual. We are spiritual beings reside in this flesh and forms (for a  little   while). The journey will continue no matter what form we will be taking. The present moment is the saving grace. The Dome. Acrylic  on canvas. 40 x 36 in. See SaatchiArt.com for detail

A chaotic day with powerful force and energy. The momentum is unstoppable. Let it come and let it go. Let it be itself. See clearly. All These Forms All these forms—appearance emptiness Like a rainbow with its shining glow In the reaches of appearance emptiness Just let go and go where no mind goes Every sound is sound and emptiness Like the sound of an echo’s roll In the reaches of sound and emptiness Just let go and nowhere no mind goes Every feeling is bliss and emptiness Way beyond what words can show In the reaches of bliss and emptiness Just let go and go where no mind goes All awareness—awareness emptiness Way beyond what thought can know In the reaches of appearance emptiness Let awareness go—oh, where no mind goes Songs of Khenpo Tsultrim Gyamtso Acrylic  on canvas. 22.5 x 22.5 in. See SaatchiArt.com for detail