The Simple Art Of You.

[Guest guest]

Someone asked the custodian: I hear you have many

pictures of God in this gallery, I am of a serious turn of

mind, please direct me only to the master works.....

The custodian simply pointed to the inquirer.

Have you noticed that any portrait of God just looks silly.

while every etching upon the face of love speaks volumes? This art of

living points always, in all ways, to that original

face.

Nobody can sculpt the souls image without returning to

simple modeling. The intuitive artists sees the shape of his

expression in the rough stone, before he lays his hand upon

it. The real artist will leave that stone to speak to him of its

desire to be the form of itself, resisting any impulse to

improve its innate nature. It is already becoming what it

should be. In time, such soul work just becomes a natural

support for forming that first appearance.

Just as the wind and rain work upon the contours of the

land, so it is that our internal climate will shape this inner

landscape to perfect simplicity. The art may be rough hewn

in the world, but love has a face that will shine through.

This does not mean we should do nothing, but means we

should do nothing without loves direction.

The art of living is to let be what is natural to itself. So that

which is there, can manifest most perfectly. A gardener

knows that a plant cannot be forced beyond its capacity to

grow. If we coerce the bud to open, the bloom may be a

counterfeit representation of what it would be.

The artists walks a path laid out in his own spiritual studio,

and does not hanker to copy an others way. He may learn of

thousands of routes, but he must follow his own. That path

reveals itself while the paint is still wet, old masterpieces are

not his addiction, for the face of God is the pigment of love

he alone has applied.

Sometimes it is much more necessary to remove the layers of

veneer than to add to a crowded canvas. This is the art of

being less artful. He must be the water on the stone to

discern the real face of the original material.

No one ever fails in this work. For the real work was done

beyond times academy. God has given us beautiful eyes to

see the face of beauty, and only She looks that way. Only we

look like this. Love makes a full moon of every heart.

We all start painting that portrait of God from soul

memory. It is also a love letter we write to ourselves. The

more simple we make it, the less the world can mistake it.

Some of that love memory has not yet arrived, but every

poem completes itself by referring to its beginning.

Love has a subtle way of forming. Its artistry transpires

from wholeness. The shape of which resembles only itself.

This is the simple art of life. The tracery of love, becomes

our signature.

Somebody said to loves custodian: I wish to see your

masterpiece: He replied-

Paint me.

Love

eric.

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