God Spoke:
" You seek to join me in the afterlife?"
When I brought you into my bosom & embrace in my most precious body of life?"
"You claim your birth unworthy, when I labored diligently to produce you out of my own womb?"
"You hand me over your authority, reason, discernment & conscience, too afraid to wield your own tools & gifts of sovereignty.
My breath is yours, your breath is mine, you seek to meet me breathless & dead?? I kiss not with corpses."
I labour as long as you crave rest, respite & relief from the terrifying beauty of my glorious body of manifestation, the edges of my skirt of creation cause you to fall unconscious.
The thought of seeing underneath my skirt, does not even cause you to blush as of yet, rather horrified & ashamed by my naked fountain of creation too much yet to bear for the seed of individuality I am hoping to germinate in you.
Whenever I tease you with it, you choose to faint.
You must enter God through his forbidden flower for that is the true womb for such a volatile pollen like the soul.
The Yoni of God Is a Voluntary choice Of Stepping Into Life fully, abandoning the future, abandoning perfection fetishized paradise.
Abandoning the desire for wanting or craving respite, relief, release from this Life.
To embrace the actual eternal burning desire of the soul that seeks to wake up in life finally.
In eternity, in full recognition of the here & now.
Claiming The Gift of Eternal Self-Sovereign & Self-Directing Co-Creator Sharing of His Self with The Recognition of His Self in
all.
A.E.K.
شاهنشاه
آرتین
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I was totally inspired to draw this after hearing A.E.K. read this piece to me the other day.
The prose, so juicy, evoking the lush fragrant abundance of the Divine, neither totally masculine, nor completely feminine, but the glorious fusion of both, the Formless, Omnipotent, the Absolute.
It was a joy to draw this piece, although it was in my Sketchbook, I ended up creating a full artwork as my fingers could not stop adorning the beauty of the illustration of my inspiration from those words.
I really needed to hear them that day, as I was struggling with the dominant masculine polarity represented in the name of God, and this poetry by A.E.K. brightened my heart, as it unleashed a wave of union with my beautiful adoring friend, God.
Especially the part about the fear of peaking under God's skirt and being ashamed of its Yoni, the massive womb of creation, the cosmic fertile ground of all that is. I saw a flower in my head, but not just any flower, it had to be a voluptuous generous flower, a passionate, ever–giving, tireless flower. A flower that had such luscious lip that subliminally is the gateway to the divine miracle, the endless flowy skirt of God.
I had had a lovely encounter with Orchid spirit a few days before, where I live sketched a pair while waiting for my first homemade cookies to finish baking, I got really in touch with their fierce tusks that protruded at the end of the lip, like gatekeepers to the inner garden of delights. I had never really noticed that the anther cap looked like a jaguar, with the birdlike phoenix beak column on top it was extraordinary symbolic to me.
Lilies, Passion Flowers and Irises were also drawing me in, especially the unabashed lips of the bearded irises were just delightful to contemplate.
And then I stumbled upon this specimen; I became absolutely mesmerized by a certain "Dendrobium Spectabile" Orchid, it probably is the most alive embodiment of the flavor that emanated from that poem.
So I fused all the elements together that resonated vibrantly and channelled through the dip pen onto the page. It was truly a magical experience, completely in line with the powerful, flamboyant lyricism by A.E.K.
Here some close ups for those who enjoy details:
For those who are interested on the behind the scenes inspo, here is the link to our 'Divine Flora Pinterest Board
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Blessings,
KPHI
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