A shallow pool of stirring quiet

a vortex of grief

twisting me into 

ungenerous belief.

 

Lost in the past

of reflecting asleepness

eyes turned within

navigating weakness.

 

Alone in the dark

the daydream is spent

I carve out a name

from a memory that is bent.

 

Surrendered in despair

hopes bulb flutters by

the touch of a dew drop

kisses my eye.

 

In order to live

a heart of loves fashion

learn to forgive

through tears of compassion.

 

Sweet touch of nature

you heard my call

I open,

I flower,

I listen to all...

 

Never again will I harmony mourn.

 
 

"The imaginal swirls with symbols, myths and forms of the unconscious mind of the individual, collective and universe as one - echoing the bridge between eternity and form. 

 

The place where the dream can become known to itself, can be heard and deeply honored and lived.

 

The lucid dream is essential, formless, intangible and unknowable, yet deeply felt and lived...touching the heart of the dream within the dream, with the love of consciousness. 

 
This love is the total freedom to be feminine, unconditioned or restrained by rational and lineal thinking. This love is the interconnectivity between and within all of life and oneness with God."
 
 The Art of the Essential
by Fleur Inanna
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
"Soft. Seen. Held. Undulating. Supported. Relaxed. Flowing. Essence.
 
This is what it feels like to work with Fleur. Living breathing creativity is delivered in her art work and confirmation of what is experienced within.''
 
Shanti Zimmerman
Gecko Medicine