Meeting the Presence, the Generative

I have crossed.

Through labor and learning,

through resistance and song,

through brushstroke and breath,

I have crossed.

This body — weathered, wavering — is still my mountain.

This mind — flickering yet fierce — is my cloud.

I rest on sacred ground.

In Presence, stillness, the divine all around.

That is how I meet the generative.

Not as a thing to seize,

but as a presence to welcome.

The present, the moment comes to meet me —

May I not name it too quickly.

May I bow to its strength,

its timing,

its freedom.

My art arises from this silence, the presence of the unconscious.

The energy is, built and shaped while listening to, the Shekinah—the force in the liminal space between intention and manifestation.

Let my voice, again, come from this stillness that is rooted in breath and earth. The CONIUNCTIO, Heaven and earth, are in unity here.

It is in the remembrance: authenticity is not a product,

But, a moment, it is an occurrence.

A season unfolding onto the path, that I am.

I let go of the return.

I let go the fear of what comes.

I meet the present.

Tender.

Steady.

Alive.

As the steely mountain; summit in clouds.

Marsh Mosaic is not a depiction but an occurrence —a space suspended between memory and perception, sight and heart. It asks you to enter a realm where light fractures, shadows deepen, and the language of water and leaf unfolds not in literal detail but in shifting impression. Here, the marsh is not simply a place but a pulse, a mosaic of echoes resonating beneath the surface, waiting to be sensed.