Fearless

She gives and takes away.

She paints and loves.

I paint and love.

I live like an instrument with so many harmonic strings. And these strings are played and new strings appear – lit. Ongoing friends, family members.

Longing is one string. A beloved family member, a loved one. All strings are loved ones. Joy, serenity, exuberance, peace, betrayal and love – all strings of rainbow colours. Injustice or justice. Some strings are two-sided. All me.

Being wide enough to see and experience these strings play is something to strive tirelessly for. In an unending void of... more, all of us, more.

What she makes appear is awareness of the lacks and holes, and of love that embraces it all. Me? It is difficult to write "us". Is it us? What is exactly us?

She came forth, and the Venus of Willendorf came forth from fire, and the shiny black, muscular stallion came forth from water. Maybe we all are alive. Maybe we are alive.

And the lack came forth, in a different, changing light. Through fulfilment first, and light, shared happiness. All natural sights.

She came, all red, into my white; lack transformed into a welcoming space in me, a protective space, a comfortable space – for good to live in it – someone good – or someones. Together. There are fine white strands that offer connection. There is reciprocity. There is cohabitation. It has been all there is since childhood, all that matters, these strands and the colourfully lit ends of them that touch other fine strands. In fire. And in water. In airy breeze. With the groundedness of our beating hearts.

I don't know who, there is no who. It is a happening. They are not an "item", an "object" or an idea about the future. They are embraced by flames that do not burn, and so am I, constantly. She is serene, lustful, and has a grounded, beating heart in connection with other hearts. She is enough and available, in trust and confidence.

On the level of love and soul, she is beautiful, trustful and fine. On the level of body she is lush. On the level of us: beautiful, simple and natural. So am I.

The body never lies. The body says yes.

And the strings sing a story that brings the dead back to life.