May this picture remind you that you always carry a Light in you, as the child of the supernal God, the seed of the Universe; you’re one of the chosen beings if you choose to see and nurture that Light
– Infinitely, Nicola An
MERRY CHRISTMAAAAAS!!! My heart swells with brimming gratitude that I get to spend Christmas not having to miss anyone or anything else because when the heart is this full, it can traverse all continents. 😂😂😂
I love you 💖
Just when I thought I’ve forgotten the scars I took in my flesh and my shadow from yesteryears, a clean start looks like it is about ready to be tainted. I’m afraid I’ve been so used to getting hurt, I’ve acquired an incurable addiction to heartache
The qualms that deter for it’s clearly presumed that remembrance is time’s gift whether we like it or not, gone does not mean forgotten
As my heart sings again, an echo of its previous songs remains in the background but should this be about what I try to hear again or what I audibly hear at the moment?
The world says you can’t love again unless your heart has completely healed but isn’t loving again the only way to heal a pained love?What if it’s the right person you prayed for, you don’t need to appear all new and sound that maybe only in these moments of living loving you do I get the complete healing I deserve?
Now I understand why I still felt broken no matter how I greatly took care of myself. Like a true love’s kiss made to break a curse, maybe you’re the exact antidote to treat my heart, the healer that Love wanted me to wait for…[hopefully]
-art and words by Nicola An
Here’s to 2 3 years of borrowing this lifetime-this exhilarating and whimsical school of life. 2 3 years of being lost only to be found. 2 3 years of dreaming illusions before waking up to truth cannot be revoked. 2 3 years of giving and to be given more than what is expected. 2 3 years of being too much of myself and to finally let go and surrender to emptiness grandly liberating. 2 3 years of holding back and now allowing what is necessary to be there. 2 3 years of constantly feeling different yet always easily creating home. 2 3 and many years of loving unconditionally. My dear Universe, earth is beautiful, I am deeply honored, bless all the souls with me here. Happy 23rd birthday to this human I am grateful to take care of very well. My Soul loves me so much, I am infinite!
Only Love Only Light
They’re meant to be each other’s home for only when together they can stand side by side with all that restores and spreads the light to watch over the world and make it as majestic and wondrous as it was before the hands of the Universe did the craft, before time was numbered, before space gave birth to distance. But Love being the quintessence of existence, untouchable and beyond the limits and appraisal of the human’s eyes, it extensively unfolds to bring two Souls no matter how apart their entities on earth are. Love and Light will certainly come to them for that is what they’re made of. Eventually, there will be returning to the Source. That is how they are each other’s home.
Only Love Only Light
Done last Saturday, very much grateful for the gift of art when I am getting a bit off of my words, I admit sometimes I run away from writing,also I do need to embrace what I missed in the past years of my life but this time art should go with my heart and spirit. I do need to catch up on this passion I quite “abandoned” due to a little lapse in myself, more inspired now especially when you’ve got a whole world inside of you you hardly can explain. Might just be moving forward with my art now while I get on with my spiritual journey.
PS: I have noticed that drawing a mandala does some kind of a trance that will leave you feel renewed afterwards.
“Fins” by Nicola An
Finally, the ingress to
has closed itself;
I killed my doubt,
thank heaven I made it out!
I tell you,I was just a brooding
I besought an empathy
from the tide with a tedious
But perhaps it was striving,
hoping for me to listen well
-if ripples were scripts,
it could’ve been the easiest
So there, arising into a glorious
unaware of the looming chance;
A while ago,barefoot I was wading
though I supposed my legs
The bubbling rush overwhelms
me yet I’ve never felt this free!
What else should I do with you?
I am already propelled into the
abyss that my feet can no
longer remember having
known the shore
It is never a myth
TO LOVE WITH NO MEASURE
We’re not two attached bulbs of an hourglass,it’d be an idle fullness in me
when you are to lose and be empty
-Yours truly, Nicola An
#art and #words