Painters of the flowism manifesto as follows: natural movement is the growing creation of God in Spirit Manifest. Trinity is a pulsing hand going into canvas, into word, instant perceptive unity in a work of art. Art is no measure of perfection, measure your own heart's truth. See in us, our art; in art, us. All in one and one in all. Create. Flow. Live,

FullSizeRender1 1 2021 The value of being is all here is seeing poems peopling about. Still ride the wind, water flow within and into again from endless streams of love, grow with this tree of life, the words blossoms in the winds. Of yesterday there had been hope, for today we are loving our testament to live true the promise of life. Golden fields of

Dec 27 God you are love. I am love. Be this love all we need. Life beauty eternality in through me. Let me feel you wholly. So perfectly in all my being i want your good glory to be singing. Lovely lovely lovely. You are God of love, all we need, so lovely. I love you God. I sing to all people for your love

Light on color Light curves. Light is synonymous with color. Does light create color new or only reveal inherent color? Colors curve. All colors reflect onto nearby objects with an opaque relation of light. Whensoever i use color, light is also the case. Wheresoever i use light, color is also the case. Painters are alchemists of light, in due effect of light on the spiritual

Love Comes in Threes   I’m a fool, but no fool for love. I’m in love and all is love in my life. I’ve gotta have you in every light, everything is your love. You’re the stained-glass window of God’s love light and I am blinded. I’ve been in a glory, bumping on a void ride. It’s the dark and it’s not even night, I

 Alphabet A-Z A Ah it's the first and its wack and wonderful attack on nothing. It's the passionate easy love. It's an elegiac future preposition. It's a new era. It’s it.    B Blue bled some brought yappy yarn through the spool of the universe, unwound nomenclature, carelessly led nowhere, fearlessly led everywhere. Bears big and stars adorable breathe light, ah they shuffle glitter in

Today   Let us today. You be. You being God who is the lovely life. Per pure thought, stones skipping on endless on an infinity sea. The ripples. Oh the ripples. Every action affects us all. White and black butterflies dance the raining air. Feelings are freeing. They’re just had, justified. I feel in love.   My morning candle, having burned all through night with

Bedroom Dream   I was on my bedroom floor when the first heard bombs resound. I heard them say nothing is as you see, everything is as it is. Then the second resounding, still i laid flat on my floor staring up with my eyes closed. The vibrant hum of a hummingbird whistled about my bedroom window, i softly breathed hello. This is our custom.

How i see things   Okay! Honesty and brevity here. A bit of poetry, because thats how i see things. My art is an extension of my heart, when i write its like "oh here's my heart, all visible and all readily read". I write when God's beautiful, clearly illuminating love through a person imma write how i feel about people and how they've got

Eternity   I let my    So you find myself alone. Lavished simple tree in a lone orchard. Solitudes quelling; this misanthropic meeting not meaning that insomniac puttering around a lone worlds collapse isn't something - it's everything to inject love, to inspect the sorrows, vent over the harrowing halls of disolutions, of velvet fuckery around insanity; oh isn't it the prettiest thing to let