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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