A fine-arts sculptor becomes a sculptor of bodies and spirits.
How does such transformation through trauma happen?
Birth of a daughter? Gained strength and awakening to strength’s calling?
I see only what I see, an utmost professional and client viewing another
In admiration, inspiration. Spirit recognizes spirit, spirit to Spirit.
The divine bows to itself, multiplying its wisdom in the overflow.
Do not struggle. Do not strain to name that which cannot be, but love.
Embody it. Sculpt it. Sculpt it in yourself with others until you see
Non-self everywhere, opening to the night air, moon above,
Warm air surrounding nature and God in abundance.
An edited Uncle Walt knew it. “The love, the life of their bodies,
Meaning and being, curious here behold. Resurrection
After slumber, content with the present, content with the past,
By my side or back of me Eve following, or in front,
and I following her just the same.” He knew, as she, as he, as she.
So we all yearn to know, to embody, to sculpt.
Listen for your teacher. Become the student you will teach.
That is how the garden of the world grows into Life.
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