When art meets poetry – Sitting with my ancestors

Creativity is an amazing gift, which every single human being possesses. Some make art, others create poetry, yet others express themselves through dancing, baking, sewing, etc.

Art for me is not only expressing myself through my paintings, but also to be a medium for divine messages. Therefore my artworks are emotionally moving, evoking and really talkative. The energies decoded in the frequencies of different colours, movements and the subjects are all expressing the energy, the message that they were meant to deliver.

Recently I connected with a beautiful soul, Richard Green, who happens to be a poet. When I stumbled across one of his poems, I was really moved by it. I did feel that he does through words exactly, what I do through pictures. Reading his poem a few times made me think of The Healing Tree, which I have painted 3 years ago. I hope you find it a good choice, energetic match too.

Sitting with my ancestors by Richard Green

Come find me in the wooded place,

and sit a while beneath my bough.

Come shelter neath my many limbs,

and sing to me the song of now.

And I will gently bend and sway,

Delighting in your company.

And i will hear your inner voice,

As sweet as blessed mead to me.

Sing soft to me your troubles here,

no other soul can hear but I.

My great roots deep within the earth,

Are nourished by the tears you cry.

And when your heart is comforted,

And your sweet song is at its end.

I’ll teach to you to your ancestry,

For we are far more than friends.

Your father was the mighty Ash,

and your mother the noble Elm.

And you were tasked with stewardship,

Of all the life within this realm.

So sit beneath my twisted bark,

And hear the truth that I bestow.

Without the tears for all that dies,

Nothing lasting can ever grow.

Teach all your children how to grieve,

Remember those who’ve gone before.

Honouring them with songs and tales,

In memory forever more.

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