Further to my post on 9/29/19, in a recent workshop on the “Mystery of Being”, Adyashanti was speaking about “Living on the edge of discovery - or the love of truth and the love of deeper truth and deeper revelation.” Immediately my art piece involving spontaneous writing came to mind - magnificent, fascinating, perilous moments facing the edge, standing in full embodiment on the edge of life of course in fear and doubt and unknowingness, scared to death, hoping and sometimes praying that death would knock at the door for a reprieve, for restoration, for relief, for peace and calm. Big time relief, relief of enormity for rest, for breath, for a chance to recover and recoup love, understanding, full forgiveness and compassion for oneself and all that has bound and for all those whose intent is to control, bind, have dominion and great power over, etc., etc.,etc.
When I created this in 2012, the process I was fundamentally in was what Adya spoke about; it just didn’t feel like it amidst the onslaught, fight for justice, and ensuing emotional hurdles from leaving a marriage and radically changing my life. How synchronistic and wonderful years later to grasp the alignment with my words and understand at a deeper level what my soul craved and so embarked upon. Now my truth is richer.
Interestingly enough, the superimposed small graphite, chalk, and colored pencil piece is a repetition of Highly Evolved in cursive. I believe gumption was pre-programmed.
