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TWIN FLAME by Kiernan Antares

 Each year October calls me into the silence…

But often I resist and then always regret it. This year I've been in a process of letting go of regrets, and so, I immersed myself into the abyss.

The poem that came through with this painting really tells of my experience of being in that emptiness and how the allowing of it flowed into this painting.
'Twin Flames' painting by the author artist Kiernan Antares

Twin Flame

Teacher… it says, offering
the Golden Chalice.
Teacher of what, I ask
in the silence.

More silence deafens.

The time of emptiness, upon me
once again.
Do I fight it over and over?

No, I must listen, this time
immerse myself I will, a
promise ignored, finally fulfilled.

Resting…
Resisting the moments of restlessness, and
filling them with doingness.

Even painting seemed daunting, a brush
too heavy to pick up, a canvas
too filled with promises to engage in just yet.

Days upon days in an empty mind, gazing
into reflections of eyes wherever my head turns, speak
I say, but still the silence echoes.

One week into two into three, I discover
life pulses so fast I have become blind, to Truth
that is mine to savour, the beauty
in the pauses, the slow deep breaths, where
my eyes linger and my ears dance.

Something begins to fill me, as I
cast aside the noise of the world, then slowly
I come back, a little at a time, to a deeper
Knowing that this something, is I.

The Divine I Am, that is
both and all of everything, the particles
coming together in breath, and sound
that tones and vibrates out, in
ripples and waves, touching
the unseen and unknown.

So, I surrendered and into the music, I found
an ease and flow onto the canvas, it felt
so perfect.

I was transported into the strokes, following
its lead without thought, an
ease moved through the brush, inside
and out.

In the altered spaces, the painting
revealed patterns within me, lead
transformed into gold, magical
new love, new life born, from
the empty space… the deep dark womb, the
Star dust.

Teacher of what, I ask
again
You know, it responds
with a nod, the
Golden Chalice once more offered.

A little hidden yet perfectly visible.

~


Kiernan Antares is a visionary artist, poet, and teacher based in Toronto, Ontario whose paintings and writings tell deep and rich stories through contemporary symbolism that offer healing, hope, and empowerment for the feminine soul ~ the heart of the world that has been suppressed in each of us, but is now re-awakening and emerging as a powerful force of love and wisdom. "It is my hope that something in my art will create a tiny explosion in your heart and that you will see that something, that Sacred Feminine Soul you’ve hungered for all along as a woman. She lives within you, She calls to you ~ to remember and awaken." You may connect with Kiernan via her website here, or find her on Facebook. 



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