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Glimpses of Pastimes 3
paintings
Sea of Thoughts
Sea of Thoughts
I swim in a Sea of Thoughts,
many Thoughts by others,
many Thoughts all of my own.
I often tread on the Surface-
that Everyday Consciousness
weathered by Sunlight and Storm,
shared by or with others
Communicating the ‘norm’
in clearly Calm or Troubled Sea.
Sometimes I avoid ugly Pollution
moved by Emotions that I see
as Tidal Waves of Confusion,
Waves of Conflict and Misery,
high Waves on a Sea of Thoughts.
Sometimes I just float Free
resting in Peace and Serenity.
Sometimes I choose to dive Deep
into Thoughts by others mixed
with Thoughts all my own
down into the Deeper Unknown
or Deep Thoughts already Known-
Thoughts others Explore as well.
Within the Deep and Deeper
exists a World of Strange Beauty
where glimpses of Thought-forms
dwell adept to thrive under Pressure-
ones creating their own Inner Light
or staying well-hidden out of sight
till stirred by Curious Delight.
Fascinated by this Strange Beauty
exciting Imagination through Wonder,
I let go my Fears through Love.
Sometimes I will even Wonder
if through Respect and Empathy,
I could swim in Alien Seas.
February 21, 2023
Shelley Audrey Wilson
Victoria, BC
Earth and Mars
Earth and Mars
Will we ever be done
with Beliefs and Leaders
of Politics and Theologies
that glorify War?
Will we ever grow past
our Loyalties to Dogmas,
to Zealots, to Radicals
that glorify War?
In the Language I write,
one word holds a Secret.
‘Wars’. Turn the ‘W’ of ‘Wars’
upside down to reveal
a truth long hidden.
‘Mars’. This name given
is Soul-Recognition,
a Soul-Memory in Myth,
a Story to Remember
Mars. Sometimes Old Stories
hide important truths.
Mars, the Olympic god
of War was not just one
human-looking god-man
adept at waging War.
Myths sometimes hold
hidden treasures, Secrets
that rewrite Histories
when found and understood.
Mars, the barren planet today,
is a very Ancient Relic
of great powers of destruction,
powers of ancient Species
attacking and defending,
a Relic and Evidence
of planet-killing Weapons.
Those ancient Weapons
with deadly powers to fear
were similar and greater than
those we now have here.
Like Earth, Mars was once
abundant with Water,
lush with Vegetation,
had many Species evolving-
some traveling with machines
through neighbouring Space.
My Martian Memories are Misty.
Were we the ‘Blue Gods’
or the ‘Nagas’ of Hindus?
Were we the ‘Elohim’
or the ‘Nephilim’?
Were we the ‘Star People’,
or the ‘Coyotls’, or the ‘Dragons’,
or the ‘Angels From Above’
appearing and disappearing?
Were these Us or Others,
Other Interstellar Species-
some benign, some hostile?
I’ve been these, too, before
and may become again
appearing in different forms
in and out of Spacetime,
exploring, experiencing Life,
Spirit ever moving
to and from Prime Source.
We Humans are as Children.
Our ‘Parents’ have Secrets and
believe it or not,
they don’t know Everything.
We must grow beyond our Fears.
Through Love, we go beyond our Fear.
Love is always the Answer here
on Earth, on Mars, Everywhere.
Will we ever be done
with False Needs and Horrendous Deeds?
February 14, 2023
Shelley Audrey Wilson
Victoria, BC
Misty Memories
Misty Memories
Mind-Fields
Mind-Fields
The Rain
Child’s Play 2
What Would Our Lives Look Like
Without ‘cultural appropriation’, what would our lives look like?
Consider: clothing, housing, furniture, education, food, tools, sports, arts, transportation, technologies, medicine and other sciences. (Where did your style and material of clothing actually originate?)
Appropriation, imitation and adaptation are part of our cultural and individual growth.
‘Cultural identity’ and pride can still thrive without the ‘cultural purity’ of living as our ancient ancestors once did, or with only what our ‘heritage cultures’ created and accomplished without ‘cross- cultural influences’ throughout history.
May Humanity grow in wisdom and understanding, not condemnation.
(July 31, 2020- Shelley Wilson)
Woven Painting 2
Acrylics on paper on canvas. It isn’t great art but it’s great fun creating these.
Woven
Acrylics on paper on canvas. This is a ‘loose weaving’ of strips of my recycled paintings. It was a fun project for using my previous creations in a different way. I don’t know if I’m the first to do this or if I’m just ‘reinventing the wheel’. Lol
Mosaic 4
Acrylics on paper on canvas. This is the last of this series of four ‘mosaics’ created for the fun of it just as I did as a child. Now 70, I can still feel that quietly focused immersion in the joy of simple artistic creations even in this challenging world created and co-created for our evolutionary spiritual growth.
Mosaic 3
Acrylics on paper on canvas. Recycling previous paintings has been a fun ‘stay at home’ project. I feel a flow of calm energy creating these less than ‘great art’ pieces that nurture happiness in these challenging times.
Three of Three
Afternoon light on my third of three acrylic mosaics paintings
One of Three
Afternoon light on my first of three acrylic mosaics paintings
See Life Sea Life
Acrylics and metallic paint on canvas. I’ve noticed that all the photos I took of my paintings posted on my WordPress sites, Instagram and Pinterest miss out on the small details which create the character of the pieces. I hope this photo of See Life Sea Life does a better job. 😁
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