Monday, December 19, 2011

One year

It was one year ago today
That I brought my father
to hospital.

It was one year ago today
That my father and I
Finally spoke without words.

It was one year ago today
That transformation began.

When I see such a sky
With me ~ I know he is.

When I search for the way
In him ~ I receive the answer.

Death is the most painful of life's occurrences.

But death is also filled with deep wisdom ~
And love
If one is only willing to see, hear and feel.

It was one year ago today.

Wednesday, September 21, 2011

Je t'aime, Papa

My father died eight months ago.

I spent the last three weeks of his life in the hospital with him.

In these ~
His last days on Earth ~
Days of Pain ~
My father offered me ~
Pure Love.

Pure Love ~
Without which ~
The Soul ~
Of a father's little girl ~
May have lost its Way ~
Down the Path of Life.

This time that I shared with my father ~

Was a gift that he offered to me.

This painting is the first that I painted after his death.

While I feel that he is the one who painted it ~ through me ~

This painting is a gift to my father ~ from me.

Merci Papa.

Je t'aime.

Ta fille,


Tuesday, May 3, 2011

Soul Mates

Today, I am Grateful.

Grateful ~

To the Universe ~

To the Landscape ~

Transforming itself ~


Transforming it's Self ~

Into Harmony.

Soul Harmony.

Soul Mates ~

Rising throughout.

Today ~

I am Hopeful.

Today ~

I am Grateful ~

For Universal ~

Soul Mates.