by Sebbe Lorand & Serena Grey
She is a flower of Mother Earth
gently starting to blossom
laying still in the grass
confused. In pain.
she believes her end is near-
only to stand up,
blossoming into the flower she grew to be.
I was taking a breath outside, standing peacefully and contemplatively at the top of the steps of Sebbe’s garden. The sky was blue, the birds were singing and the air was alive with the laughter of children.
Suddenly, without warning, the air carried a chill and the sky blackened over like spilled ink. Raindrops splattered and bounced off the leaves in the pots on the terrace, ice cold fingerprints of wet pressed against my arms and caressed my cheeks.
It was storming.
Sebbe came and stood outside with me and we watched in awed silence. The hail wasn’t far behind and it whipped and slashed the grass, tarmac and plants. I went inside to shelter, but stayed by the window to watch as Mother Nature poured her blessings upon the Earth.
“We were standing in the door opening, listening to all the beautiful sounds the rain brought, holding my arm around you. Together, watching the clouds, just felt so relaxing and a poetic truth could be found. Just poetic and calming.”~ Sebbe.
Sebbe wrote a poem~
“The Artists gather
Only in the sunshine
Sharing their creations, laughter and loves
The Artists only gather in the nicest of weathers
Day and night
For the rain storms
Only bring them their inspiration and muse closer
And even more powerful.”
Here is my mixed media painting that inspired me:
The girl is being bathed in the rejuvenating rays of the sun, connected to the intricate growth in an almost cell-like structure of the sun above her. The greens that surround her are coming alive in the daze of the Spring air, until the raindrops start to shimmer and leak, then wash down on her and her land as she breathes in their fresh, pure life.
The Art print is now available with or without the poem.
In order to give light and space to the text, I have lightened the overall image, giving it an etheral, water-like feel.
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S & S
“You have proven to your loved ones your strength- showing you can overcome.
You are showing will that you can remain even though the cries are loud, and the desires tempting.
You always amaze people around you because you stand strong, even when you are at your weakest.
You don’t disappoint because despite all the setbacks you still stand there every day.
And you still go for it all the way.
All the past did make you who you are today.
Even if you aren’t feeling well, you still stand all that way.”
~Sebbe Lorand May 2019
This Print is now available in my Etsy Shop (with or without the poem)
The Mirror Gateway that we see in each other
like spirits connecting on a deeper consciousness,
exploring the other’s spirituality like we do,
grasping its own depth of clarity- of soul and beauty
seen unearthly and fragile-
gentle in every touch, you emotionally feel comfortable beyond your comprehension of the mind’s grasp on the soul
Our Cloud, our World
Our creations written and painted
Amongst the other clouds of artists, our cloud carries us away
away from a deprived civilisation
We are ever growing in our hearts and minds
We are ever growing in our Art
Carried by the energies, we shine from our chakras
We get pushed up higher and higher
than ever before.
This poem was written by both of us as we were talking together at twilight~
Fall of the evening
The shimmers of light
Last ones before the dark of the night rolls in
The shadows are gathering to welcome in the night
The rays that warmed our soul gently give way
The last breath of the evening breeze caresses the sun as it disappears
To lead the moon into her spotlight
The last calls of the hedge and forest creatures echo
Through the expectant thinning light.
Maybe our brains won’t be able to grasp,
but my heart can feel it
to the depths of its core.
Maybe our brain is incapable,
but our soul can handle true depths
in essence of the reality
we never fully understand-
knowing we unwillingly already do
Our souls know their truths
Souls don’t use the language of words.
~by Sebbe Lorand July 2018
‘τα παντα ρεουν, τιποτα παραμενει ακινητο’
everything flows, nothing stays still
The infinite above me,
The multi-layered expanse of nothing & everything- does not scare me
Because I am you and you are me.
We are born of stardust
and rooted beneath the haven of Earth Mother Gaia’s soil-
There is no death-
only constant rebirth.
~Serena July 2018