Poetry - Gr. poíesis , creation.
it is Freedom itself that drives you through pain, till - free..
in consciously welcoming mistakes,
since trust is choosing future scars forgivingly
for providence to fall into place, mysteries to unfold,
till serendipity takes over.-
oil & charcoal before slicing into the canvas
twentieth of February two thousand and sixteen
on the shores of some beach.
(Photo JR, Tango nights'13, Monaco)
Sphere of Mercy
Awareness of the oldest currency ever saved on a karmic bank-account. -
The real measure of how much you're worth is how much you'd be worth if you lost all your money.