see her working with her heart
there she is below the image
but the flow of imagery comes from
somewhere else
her paintings like creations tied together
mystic visions flow like this
seeing eye clearly sees inside being
when visions come to her
she does not have a sense of who she is
individual self falls away
visions flow to the mind blessed by divine energy
come from heart of one that is mystic nun
her time in body was racked with pain
illness like fever too
that would cause a faint in her being
her writing tablet is there with her hand to it
her hand move by grace
she small below because she is humble
she does not power this way of communicating
but flow divine move thru her being
senses freed up
washed in mercy of God's light
sometimes she write poetry
her poetry speak of nature vividly
pristine voice speak like here is flower
look it is Christ made
in every cell Christ light live sweetly
tenderly
in every breath of wind
Christ light live sweetly tenderly
softly
pristine
in every sound of earth, wave
rush of air, fall of rain
movement of clouds
Christ light live sweetly tenderly
softly
beautiful
here in place of God's home like chapel earth is
there is not a way that is out of harmony
here the world is round like wheel that turns and turns
each life connected like mandala or prism of light
where all come
from source in center of wheel
she Hildegard was a broad soul
hearty yet very tortured by body suffering
she wrote this writing style latin style
her hands were not the writers or authors
like her eyes not the seer
or the one that is the commander of this
she know inside herself she nothing to do with this way of writing
and artistic expression not even a drop of her power is in it
she would walk nature lot
like my feet on earth here in love with God
i walk and do not speak with my mind about the art that is here
i not speak to myself about it
for God speak always
and my voice not like his
my voice is like a small shadow here in light of his being
i hear his tongue in grass so green lush smelling
deep earth rich soil blessed in God heart fire
i walk early morning
sometimes cold winters with stark landscape
snow melt on mountains
i ache in bones walking
but my heart rejoice like oh what treasure
of beauty
all of it
all of it
my visions are very intricate, detailed
each part there is something to be said about
little way of men that are not in sync with light
big ways of divine that flow like river golden waters
fluid not circling like mind of men
do you know what i speak of children?
you wear clothes of your birth
a brith that came to you
because you want to learn something
are you learning?
do you want to follow dreams or follow path of saints?
mystic ones?
have you a penny to spare for the christ bread
that is full of wonders, rich with heartiness to give
to your path?
have you a penny to give to this search?
you spend so much elsewhere
i know you do
but give a penny to the Christ bread
you can eat with me here today
you can open up something that is different than
world way
come now to the heart of god
enjoy this sweetness
have you a penny to spare?
