| Return to The Womb of Creativity | Morning Garden Deva at Green Gulch Farm 22 X 30 watercolor, 1987   spiritual trailblazers the story of this painting . . I mounted a high cliff's rocky walls, and stood at the woman rainbow's highest point; resting on the sky, speeding on the rainbow. On I rushed till I touched the heavens. I sipped cool drops of refreshing dew, and rinsed my mouth with fine flakes of hoar frost. I went in the cave of the winds to rest myself, woke with a start, gasping for breath. Ch'u Tz'u: Songs of the South(1) | TOP | . . The Story of this Painting She stands shining in a drop of dew. Sunlight flickers through moisture laden clouds and rainbows permeate her body. She lifts a hand to receive his warmth and it fills her totally. Light resonates and plays the cords of her body like a harp. Tendrils, radiant and supple sprout from winged arms, and dance into form sweet-purple-petals. Canterbury bells shiver ecstatically and throw open their hearts to catch the music. The whole garden explodes with lights, colors and song. An herbal circle dance begins to honor the four garden gates, shimmering beings bow and leap, raising arms to welcome the sun. The sleeping baby tree at the center stretches and yawns as fairy dust kisses her young buds. The emerald valley hills feel life quickening within the fertile womb she cradles and radiates a slowly spreading smile. Green dragon temple awake for hours, silently watches, candle eyes glowing, breathing in, breathing out. | TOP | . . Kabir says: Every instant that the sun is risen, if I stand in the temple, or on a balcony, in the hot fields, or in a walled garden, my own Lord is making love with me.(2) | TOP |   1. Keswick, The Chinese Garden, p.35 2. Kabir, The Kabir Book, p.56 | TOP |