Treasure Revealed
Certain meditation sessions take longer to settle into, as if a veil of fog or mind-sludge, stubbornly stands between you and deep calm.
If we sit long enough, not fighting it, the sludge sometimes settles, and a treasure is revealed.
What treasure? The golden clarity of Home—sitting squarely as the Witness of my thought. I’m remembering that I don’t have to believe the thoughts that come to me. They’re as random and reliable as the National Inquirer.
A small piece, a small reminder to let the sludge settle.
Oil, cold wax and paper collage on paper, unframed.
Available as an original work (Payment Plan Available, here)
If we sit long enough, not fighting it, the sludge sometimes settles, and a treasure is revealed.
What treasure? The golden clarity of Home—sitting squarely as the Witness of my thought. I’m remembering that I don’t have to believe the thoughts that come to me. They’re as random and reliable as the National Inquirer.
A small piece, a small reminder to let the sludge settle.
Oil, cold wax and paper collage on paper, unframed.
Available as an original work (Payment Plan Available, here)