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Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts

Monday, January 16, 2012

Homage to Rumi


























Acrylics, impasto and fun on stretched canvas
30 x 40 cm

I said to the night,
"If you are in love with the moon,
it is because you never stay for long."
The night turned to me and said,
"It is not my fault. I never see the Sun,
how can I know that love is endless?"
~Rumi





Saturday, December 10, 2011

Inner woman

The inner woman is lovely to meet
Her inner beauty is namelessly sweet
Her consciousness and wisdom go everywhere
She is opening up for us to share

Tuesday, October 4, 2011

work in progress -

... it has been a while since I posted
... creativity happened in a non-bloggable way the last few months :-)

Here is some of my works in progress:

bagatELLE:


















The original is by the wonderful artist Sarah Mac
She allowed me to use her beautiful painting *Brigitte* as reference. 
This one will be called *bagatELLE*.
Acrylics on wood, 60 x 86 cm

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You can not NOT love,
you can only believe you don't.
























so far Acrylics, paste and plastic on stretched canvas, 50 x 35 cm


Send with love,
Yvonne

Thursday, February 3, 2011

me?

In this moment infinity is kissing me
Each cell knowing of thousands of lifecycles before
destined to live thousands more

A conglomerate which calls itself *me*
yet is a manifestation of all *mes*

Saturday, November 13, 2010

Tug of war

Inbetween the twilight
of wishful thinking and the Now

Yearning for a sign
which way to move

yet automatically on the treadmill of life
only one direction anyway

acceptance fighting resistance
tug of war about integrity

this time the watcher can not laugh about it
watching it has to be enough

...

Thursday, September 30, 2010

Natural desaster

Thinking the level of joy I am feeling
indicates the level of awareness,
I am trapped in a natural desaster.

Holding up a one-way mirror

indicates MY OWN hidingplace
I am likewise trapped in projection.

Sometimes a story told from the heart

indicates more consciousness
than intentionally no words from the mind.