YouR E'art'h -The Art of what is
Where being becomes form
Here the field moves,
playful, clear
pure and vibrant.
Space for what lives,
what shows
and what is held.
Where what lives
finds its way home
in presence.
Step in,
you might notice yourself
in what was already there
beneath the layers.
A remembering
returning to the body.
Here I breathe
Here I am
Here I live.
Welcome.
THE LIVING FIELD
Where presence breathes,
space opens.
What appears here,
breathes here.
The living field moves,
Seen and unseen
touch,
shape,
respond.
Things become visible
that weren’t seen before.
They take a form
that can be received.
In conversation.
In written words.
Through the body.
Or as a form
that comes on its own.
It comes into view.
It is.
A walk in the park?
Take a walk here
Magic happens
where presence is.
Light that shines
and stays.
There, beauty remembers.
It doesn’t hold,
it opens.
Together,
they are not a signal,
but a place
where truth can land.
Out "Echoes from the field"
By Your E'art'h
ME, AS IT LIVES
Who sees me,
sees no role.
I’m not a path
but a living landscape,
where form appears.
The child that sees.
The magician who stays.
The dragon who holds.
The lighthouse that simply shines.
Here I live.
Here I breathe.
Here I am.
Me, in my landscape?
Take a walk through it here .