20 x 24 inch metal print.
Artwork poem:
There is a part within all of us
That is infinite,
That is not touched
By time
Or death.
This divine part,
Buried like a treasure
Within our being,
Is what our hearts long for.
This Infinite Self
Is the awareness
That observes with deep compassion
The cosmic game of existence play out.
While our mind is turbulent,
Like stormy waves on the ocean surface
Of what unfolds before us
In daily life,
This wise observer within
Forever stays in ceaseless peace
In the depth of its deep ocean.
This infinite awareness,
Perpetually in tune with the oneness of all,
Observes the mind being fooled by the senses
Into the illusion of separation,
Tossed into the cosmic game
In amnesia of the truth
Like a dreamer lost in a dream.
Yet there is a cosmic joke,
The path to reconnection is simple.
For the dreamer to simply relax,
Close your eyes,
Be in silence,
In stillness,
Disengage from the senses,
Letting the mind settle
Like debris in a glass of water,
And feel deeply the sense of being
The awareness that observes it all,
Become attentive of that,
Remember that,
And one will remember
The sole Orchestrator
Of the game of existence.
