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Artists

Artists keep us sane,
bestowing grace and beauty
upon a mad world.

In this modern technological world, some might say that art is pretty useless. After all [they might ask], in a society that prays to the almighty dollar, what true value does it really have?

My reply to them is, “Plenty”. Artists and their work touch our souls, in ways that many may not readily see or accept. They raise our lives up above the mundane.

Art speaks to our souls

Some artists paint simple pretty pictures; others create at the level of grand vision and spectacular works of art that the whole world embraces. Is one any more important than the other? If the little painting rendered by a child touches your heart, it is magnificent in its way as any famous masterpiece that may do the same.

Artists and art are about heart and soul. So I would argue, in this modern but ofttimes cold technological world, we need them now more than ever.

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State

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Earth, air, and fire, yes,
but water’s the element
that tempers them all.

Everything boils down to essence. Humans are 50%-65% water. We are very powerful, even in our physical essence.

Haiku State © Susan L Hart 2024 | HartInspirations.com

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Wishing You Joy

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This Holiday Season, these are my wishes for you, today and the whole year through:

Love that overflows the brim of your cup, a sharing of Goodwill with family, friends, and your community, and abounding Peace to fill your heart and home.

And last but not least, I wish you Joy ~ that your soul may feel free to express the Infinite Light within you.

These wishes are for everyone on this day of light called Christmas.

“And heaven and nature sing…”

Joy

Resonant ringing,
reverberates, repeating,
radiant rippling.

The Trip

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We arrive
with no luggage
and leave with
none too,
so why do we
spend a lifetime
accumulating
mere things?

To prop up
our egos,
and relieve
our boredom,
to salve our
hurts, and
impress the
neighbors.

Within the
glorious potential
of the soul’s
quest, we lay
waste to what
could have been
for the next
new toy.

The kids
fight over the
treasures
left behind
by their parents,
thinking that the
having is some
kind of victory.

But the wounds
inflicted in the
fight for more
are baggage of
a different kind,
ones that can
cross over if we
don’t take care.

Traveling light
and loving well
are the real
accomplishments,
and as big as
they are, they
pack small
for the leaving.

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