Painted Meditation 4.4.16

Scribbling with Cretacolor on a purple painting previously painted a few weeks back.  Blue, black, and white were added.  Four faces appeared. One is upside down.  Sitting back, the top center figure seems opened and exposed.  I see the skin is pulled back to reveal a rib cage.  The face to the left lays opposite and beside-- somehow connected. The figure on the right is looking inside and is holding back a flap of skin.  The figure on the bottom right corner is connected loosely: it is the part that chooses to walk away (consciousness?).  This is a part that carries a sadness, a burden, a loss... I feel tearful as I write that.  I don't understand why she is so heavy, cold, and in silent pain.

This was created today after meditating and while listening to A Stutter.

The sun is old on water
Yearling flakes keep whirling by
Carry me awry

Collapsing breaths discover
Turning hope, new-boarded highs
Receding howls dew the skies

Closing eyes recover
Amber light in wintry bed
Can you pull me under the cold, charred sea?

Whispered words of summer
Fallen ode, a bawling bless,
Serenades the water and carries me anew.

By Olafur Arnalds - A Stutter Lyrics | Retrieved from MetroLyrics http://www.metrolyrics.com/a-stutter-lyrics-olafur-arnalds.html