24x36 inches. Mixed media oil painting on canvas. 3-month and 5-month payment plans available - inquire via email. Aletheia: "truth as unconcealment, accordance with reality." If afflictions were so easily drained Like the bottoms of ceramic pots, Would I still be tripping over my feet, Teetering in attempt to catch a glimpse Of the cliff edge, river rapids, days ahead, aftermath overexposed. The anthurium on the front window sill’s began to wilt And yet again, I’m overwatering the plants. A lot of time consulting ancient texts, Ritual sprouting and unveiling one’s eyes to an innate synchronicity. Roaming inside and outside the lines becomes one And the same. Hopelessly waiting for a messenger to realize this life as soaked in symmetry Whilst the locus of attention beckons and pleads, To sit near, silently tread forward like an abyss, let go and let near, Fallingwater, Create, and disappear.
