“May I be a guard for those who need protection, A guide for those on the path, A boat, a raft, a bridge for those who wish to cross the flood. May I be a lamp in the darkness, A resting place for the weary, A healing medicine for all who are sick, A vase of plenty, a tree of miracles; And for the boundless multitudes of living beings, May I bring sustenance and awakening, Enduring like the earth and sky Until all beings are freed from sorrow, And all are awakened.” ~ A prayer from Shantideva

Art by Autumn Skye ART

Art by Autumn Skye

“Gossamer threads of life hold me, perched between Earth and Sky, Weaving the web, Dreaming the dream, Through the two worlds I will fly. With you as my muse, Mother, I create the substance of dreams, Allowing the artist within me To fashion my life with esteem. I mold the clay of experiences into a sacred medicine bowl, Capturing the essence of living as it sings deep in my soul. Your secrets of creation, Mother, Have taught me when to destroy, the chains that have bound me, limiting the expression of my joy. You have taught me how to labor, Giving birth to the visions within, Setting them free like silver arrows, Kindling the fire of creation again.” ~ From the 13 Original Clan Mothers

Artwork by Mark Henson

Art by Mark Henson

“Do not be ready before your time. There’s no knowing what symmetry is marshalling itself below this confusion. First the long attentiveness of listening must be paid. Don’t brave your way out of this husk while it serves to protect your impressionability. Let yourself be kept a while longer in these origins where you are mine alone and I am only yours. Let something sweet be made of our secret. Put not your offering into the world too soon. Let it ripen in the guardianship of your trepidation. Let this fallow time be stretched For it is in this unreadiness that beauty takes its form. Live a season longer in this holy refuge. Because soon what nectar is made of our union will be for all the world to drink, or not drink. And you will need to remember what grace was allowed only by your long staying hidden.” ~Toko-pa

Art ~ Christian Schloe

Art by Christian Schloe