Hugging the Infinite Heart.
By: Valentyn Korotkevych
Tags: Drawing, Creativity, Love, Heart, Meditation

Crossed world cultures. Cultures of indigenous wisdom. Culture of Mother Nature. Cultures of nurtured dignity, respect, admiration, gratitude. Swaying branches. Eagle flights. Running wolf & crawling spider. An offer to… Reconnect. Touch the instinctual heart.

Our specie is crossing the existential, staggering realization. As our created perception of what reality is keeps gradually dissolving into the space of our aware-field. A point of no return. Beyond the boundaries of logical defining. Hidden passages begin to enter our space, all we are left to do is — Surrender. Let go of the doubts, let go of the questions. Accepting the expansion & marrying with the unfathomable naked eye wisdom.

Indeed, it does begin with the thought. A seed of wonder. The starting point, which ultimately will always be a limit of its own. Spells live beyond the covers of the mind-matter sheet. In public terms, Thought represents a spiral pattern. Living out of habits & behavioral stamps. Such maze has built walls of separation from the infinite Now of ever streaming moment. Generation through generation. The daydream is up to us to end. Our gentle notice being the crack of the constructed model. Out of the search. Recognizing that the search is the root of the spiral.

Right this moment, global society is shedding its norms. Triggers that essentially kept pulling us into the cloud. Pulling away from the sense of rebirthing.

Let us not confuse love with selfish objectifying. Since selfishness has been confused with liberation. Ego has been confused with the Star. Hidden darkness, pretending to be light. Drumming pulsing Power.

Leaving the ground free for new seeds to sprawl we turn into inner-outer presence to be our guide for this journey. Into the beating organ such as our collective Heart. Such as the vibrational source of life. The core of our planet.

Tragic vs magic. Panic vs salvation. Empty vs full. A matter of a blink away. A matter of an eye-sight shift. Starting with the solitary quiet. Until a spark bursts into the burning flame. Unescapably it blasts through us. As we begin to learn our true eternal essence. Turning the fire into a gentle candle. Softly we scroll & spread. brightening the ever space of our conscious field.

A creek. A burning wick. An inch of falling web. One breath, one thought away. Invisible explosion. Pat into the flight.

Quest of life. Our hearts — resting barometers of instinctual Truth. As we grow to notice that each spiral is shaped of the same emotional material, following the same, yet distinct path. Our pains continue to be our keys to connecting the invisible tissue between us. Our anger representing a membrane, protective mechanism. Fear of vulnerability. Fear of openness. Fear of depth. Fear of falling. Fear of Dying… But Fear. Is Death.

We remember to non-attach. We remember to breathe & sense our body in a state of meditation movement. Graceful awareness. A gradual fall into an endless game such as a dreaming Life. Into the grandiose, we look straight into the universe through an open-hearted human’s gaze. Expanding canvas.

We start to re-evaluate the scope of our canvas. Allowing the fresh colors to come in their lucid emanation. An alternative to which being: The intertwine of colors as we continue to strike our brush on an already shaped limited piece of paper. Timely, we grow to understand. The limit. Of occupied space. The loss of clarity. Loss of comprehending the happening. First, we begin with the question. With the shocking pondering awe. Step at a time we continue distancing away in order to. Observe. We have been holding on to the sheet of paper not knowing that there is a space of no border all around it. We have been holding on to our image so dearly. Projecting our importance to ourselves & others. Preserving our emotions. Saving vs sharing. Hiding vs showing. Holding vs. revealing.

Surrender vs. defense.

A thought enters. A Childish “What if…?” Alan Watt’s “Life is just a game”. We look at our hands. Kindly, we let go. Letting the sheet fall into gravity. Our first sheet of paper will remain beside us. Will remain our guideline as to what has led us to this moment. It is not a map, nor a route to lead us into the Future. To show us the next step. The following will forever remain unknown. As our craving to grasp will persevere to be our block.

Sensing the space opening in front of us, we take the step and brace to celebrate. Striking our creation in colors that are vivid. Striking with a hand that is gentle. An image that is forming as we go. We continue to draw. Knowing that perfection of an image is only a lust illusion.

My sister is a painter. Beginning this article never meant to go in the direction of creativity, until it simply did. Until a simple recognition: Life is creativity.

Love being its golden engine.