Wake Up!

Most of my recent poetry is about the journey to Self-Awareness.

For a long time I lived the debilitating, fearful, exhausting life of the victim and survivor.

A series of wake-up calls over several years gently nudged me into a new reality, telling me there was more to life than had been my illusion.

So, one day I finally pulled up my socks, strapped on some sturdy shoes, reached deep inside to locate whatever remained of trust and started, with help, down the road to
my truth and personal freedom.

And what a journey it has been so far …

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Wake Up!

For many years I had no choice,

I only heard another’s voice.

Another’s thoughts had formed my world;

Into their fetid vortex hurled.

Flailing, fighting every day

I tried to live in my own way,

But had no strength to be myself,

So sat, invisible, ‘pon the shelf.

And then, one day, awoke, did I,

To who I’d been, did say “Bye bye!”

Flung out the detritus of life;

Sub-conscious sources of toil and strife.

De-hypnotized old patterns deep,

To climb a learning curve so steep …

Just who am I? Why am I here?

Deep questions full of faith and fear.

But ask I must, and answer, too,

If I to my own self be true.

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Thanks for visiting.

Dorothy 🙂

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Copyright Aimwell CreativeWorks 2012

Hidden Treasure

I’m on a journey of self-discovery and, with help, am uncovering all kinds of buried treasure locked away in a safe place within just waiting for me to find it … when I’m ready.

Being a gal in her middle years, it’s good to know life still holds some mystery … and isn’t all misery.

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Hidden Treasure

Hidden treasure

Lies beneath

A tide of emotion;

An ocean of grief

Filled with the

Detritus drama

Of souls who

Unconsciously

Live and obscure

Others’ goals.

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Cleansing the

Waters of life

Takes some

Time while I

Lovingly search

For my treasure

Divine. It’s lying

There buried,

Awaiting release

From a watery

Tomb where there

Is no increase.

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Thanks for visiting …

Dorothy 🙂

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The Art of Veil Painting … Sky Rider

Every veil painting is open to interpretation, of course.

When I meditate on this painting I see a dressage horse with its rider doing a collected trot on a cloud in an otherwise clear sky. I see motion.

And you? Tell me, if you wish … what does this image speak of to you?

Thanks for visiting …

Dorothy 🙂

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The Art of Veil Painting … Elephantine

Here is another veil painting presented for reflection and interpretation.

I call my collection of veil paintings “Whispers” because they speak in hushed voices only to be heard during quiet moments of reflection.

What does this painting whisper to you? Feel free to share.

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Be well and thanks for visiting …

Dorothy 🙂

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Cosmic Blip

We all have our place in the cosmos. And be assured … it is significant …

Cosmic Blip

As I change and

Rearrange my life

It seems to me,

That there is

Really no one

Else I would

Rather be.

Okay, life isn’t

Perfect; my trials

Have been tough,

But they have

Made me who

I am, and

Really

That’s enough.

I’ve seen my

Limitations,

Yet I know that

I can grow. The

Sky perchance

The limit, and so

To the stars

I go. The sun

Shines boldly

As I soar, my

Heart begins

To race, but

Not from fear

Of what’s

Gone by, no

Forward to

The chase! Dear

Venus wraps

Her arms around

Me, showers me

With love, and

Mars his sword

Tips to the

Earth as peaceful

As the dove. And

To the stars I

Further fly,

And Earth

Becomes so

Small I realize

My presence is

A blip on

Cosmic wall.

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Thanks for visiting …

Dorothy 🙂

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The Art of Veil Painting … Seeing with the Heart

“And now here is my secret, a very simple secret; it is only with the heart that one can see rightly, what is essential is invisible to the eye.”
Antoine de Saint Exupery

Our material world, and its proponents, have deluded us into seeing only with the eyes, enticing and distracting us with ever bigger, better, shinier, more complicated “things” that we absolutely must have (or do) in order to embrace, in their eyes, the total life experience.

What a croc!

Be still for a moment and embrace being. In that quietude is the way to the heart’s eyes.

And, if you like, meditate your heart’s eyes upon this, one of my favourite, veil paintings. I call it “Wise Old Equus.”

If you feel inclined, feel free to share with me your experience. … Or not.

The world is too much doing, and not enough being.

I am. You are. It is enough.

Be well,

Dorothy 🙂

Copyright Aimwell Enterprises 2012

Space Exploration

Space …

The final frontier.

But not out there …

No …

Inside … here!

Space to roam

Around my

Soul;

To mend what’s

Broken —

Make it

Whole.

Space to

Heal

And room to

Grow.

The frontier of

My Soul

To know.

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Very stream of consciousness, this thought.

Seems to me most people are all too consumed with exploring the mysteries “out there” when the mysteries that make up who they are as individuals are so much more immediate and, dare I say, interesting.

I’m currently exploring my own inner Space, and facing down my share of skulking aliens — casting them from my orbit and into the proverbial Black Hole, hopefully never to be seen again.

But, you know how it is … there’s often a sequel. Fortunately the aliens’ story lines are getting weaker with each episode … 😉

Thanks for visiting …

Dorothy 🙂