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WINGED SECRET by Arna Baartz

           I love poetry and art!

Painting by Arna Baartz

They are the two ways I get to express the deep, abiding knowingness that we are all one: 

One creature pulsing to the music of the universe, participating in a story of individuality and separation.

My poem 'winged secret' is a remembering of our oneness, an exploration into the connection between the physical and the spiritual... the reminder in fact that the two things are not separate at all. Thank you for reading and welcoming my art!

Painting by Arna Baartz 

Winged Secret

Artwork by Arna Baartz
it is beating
in me
this winged secret
this blue gold illusion
pulsing a no time mathematics
spreading like jasmine oil
flowing musical
de vivre
de joi
earth nuzzled
and heaven bound
with mystical sound
sweet sensuality
and forever

Art by Arna Baartz

Arna Baartz I am a mum of eight beautiful children, a poet, a visual artist and an educator living in Australia. I love to express and create and in particular get great joy out of sharing my work with the world. To know more about me please visit my Kundalini art website here, my emotional intelligence and self esteem education workshops for children here, and my poetry blog here. You may also follow me on twitter or facebook. 

~If you are interested in seeing your poetry appear in this blog, or submitting a poem by a woman that has inspired you, please click here for submission guidelines. I greatly look forward to hearing from you!~ 


  1. This is a beautiful expose' of my work Catherine, thank you so much I will be telling people about you and your heart and site you are ding a great job here Really impressed with your website design too!
    love Arna


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