Skip to main content

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


Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

MY HEART SEEPS by Edith Lazenby

Courage is not only facing fear, but also looking past fear, to see what lies it tells and truths it saves...
Sometimes I sit at a computer in trepidation. The house trembles and I wonder what I will find. 
Truth is not a fact or a feeling. It may rest on love’s heart and walk with integrity. It may stand beyond humanity in ways we can only imagine. Truth can be solid as earth and fickle as wind. But a wind can know stillness and the earth can crack wide open.
Tonight I found a stillness in a crack and managed to balance there...

My Heart Seeps
by Edith Lazenby
I cannot hold on And I cannot let go. I walk a path I don’t know. I feel moonlight But cannot see Its orb midst The cloudy cold. My hands tremble. My eyes tear. My toes wriggle To grasp earth. I want to stand Tall in the light Yet fear shadows all. Inside I crumble Under the weight I cannot shoulder.

FOR THE SISTERS by Tammy T. Stone

These days, I’m finding it difficult – along with many, many others - not to feel disheartened...
I'm disheartened by the feeling that chaos has descended upon us, at the negativity and fear, the anger and reactivity, the violent spirit of animosity characterizing the times. It’s hard not to give in to the feelings of helplessness and hopelessness, even as we cling to the strong conviction that it is our positivity and our love that will prevail.
Every crevice of my heart goes out to the suffering (and we are all suffering when one of us suffers), and my heart aches for the untold numbers of women around the world who are immediately and devastatingly affected by recent decisions to cut funding to organizations vital to their health and wellbeing, a movement that horrifyingly undermines women’s sovereignty over their own bodies. Words do not do the feeling justice.
It feels to me that the earth itself is overturning, that our fragile grasp of what is right and true, of our incredibl…

IMAGINE A WOMAN by Patricia Lynn Reilly

This poem invites you to look upon yourself with loving kindness…
Gazing at your own true reflection, you will discover that everything you have longed for “out there” is already within you! I invite you to love your creativity fiercely. Faithfully plant seeds, allowing under-the-ground dormant seasons, nurturing your creative garden with love and gratitude. In the fullness of time, the green growing things thrust forth from the ground. It's a faithful, trustworthy process. AND it takes time and patience.  Blessed is the fruit of your creative womb! I invite you to trust your vision of the world and express it. With wonder and delight, paint a picture, create a dance, write a book, and make up a song. To give expression to your creative impulses is as natural as your breathing. Create in your own language, imagery, and movement. Follow no script. Do not be limited by the customary way things have been expressed. Your creative intuition is original. Gather all of life into your inner c…