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suchitra's art

Sharings from the Heart cultivate intimacy and transparency and attune us to the Oneness.  Beauty brings us into resonance with Presence and reminds us of our true nature.  Gazing upon a painting or a flower, listening to the cello, reading a poem which touches us deeply or making soup or baking bread, these are ways to remember our sacredness and feel it palpably.  Our hearts open, we smile. We can begin to rest in the beauty, in the communion of our shared Being.  These are simple pleasures and sacred ceremonies of Life.  Enjoy!

PAINTINGS by Suchitra
If you are interested in purchasing a painting, please email suchitradavenport@gmail.com  All paintings are acrylic on canvas.

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THREE DEVAS sold
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HEAVEN TO EARTH sold
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GOLDEN DEVA
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CLAIR'S DEVA sold
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BLACK MADONNA sold
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FREEDOM sold
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SPRING sold
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MERRY DEVA sold
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UNFOLDING NOW sold
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SEEDS OF LIFE sold
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RESTING IN THE HEART sold
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BEALTAINE GODDESS
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PRESENCE
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RIVER ROSE not for sale
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LOVE GROWS sold
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EQUINOX SEEDS
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MARTY'S DEVA sold
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SHE OF THE BEES
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BLUE SHACKAMAXON BEAN GODDESS not for sale
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COCOON
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CHANGE
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HEMISPHERES
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GROWTH
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TRIANGLES
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SPRING 2020 sold
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DRAGONFLY GARDEN not for sale
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NEW DAWN sold
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SHE CAME TO ME IN A DREAM
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SEEDPODS OPENING
POETRY by Suchitra
Immediacy  1.22.13

Immediacy,

the moment opens

and seeps possibility.

Life,

magic,

wonder,

revelation.

a feeling of yes,

of resolution,

of birth,

of connection.

Breadcrumbs dropping

following

aliveness resounding.

Here it is.

Simplicity.

The crack open to the Light

The unnamable, unspeakable

here, never not.

So listen.

Dance.

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Doing  1.22.13 

Doing is not the problem, but doing

from the

crystallized structures

 of mind and shoulds and lists is

the way of the walking dead, the

mindless Borg, automatons as

busy bees, building whose hive, really?

And where is the honey?


But doing from Being, ah, now this is

aliveness itself,

Fluid and free, surprising, walking into

and out of the mystery with hands and

feet fulfilled.

This is joy and sweetness.

sustenance and art.


Put down those soapy dishes when the

poem starts alive in your mouth.

Twirl through the park,

When moved by something melodic and pure.

Worry not about those who are dead,

gawking and pointing.

Be, Simply be.

Flow, let the spigot of life flow and

do you.

Be absent in the doing

and marvel, just marvel, at

what gets done.

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Hard Labor

3.8.2013

Craving, wanting arises,

Fear of doing the wrong thing,

Sitting with all,

Wrestling with the angel,

Night and day,

Breathing into,

Pushing away,

Breathing into,

Running scared,

Opening

Contracting,

Yes, birth is happening,

But what am I birthing?


And then this morning,

In the blur of soft snow flurries and hazy

light, I see.

Addiction to connection.

Addiction to having everything in order,

All in its place, nothing chaotic and

unresolved, all the loose ends tied up

neatly.

Grasping for resolution, some hard and

fast something to cling to.


Ha! Seeing it, my heart opens,

The body becomes soft.

Letting it be, breathing into letting it be.

Wanting nothing except what is.

Pure simplicity.

Nothing at all to do.

not doing from a pure and simple Being.

All wanting dissolved.

All judgment, all fear gone.

Nothing but now.

Now nothing.


I see, I am birthing no-thing.

A zero.

Lightness of Being,

Even the turmoil of labor and birthing is

dissolved in That.

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Waking Poem, The Joke   9.14.2010


Being a Portal

Is being empty,

Like a zero,

But the One and the Many,

No-thing

Full to overflowing,

Enso,

The Mystery manifesting as everything.

Toenails and trees,

Babies and planets,

Silly thoughts and treatises.

Everything and Nothing

I AM the eye of the needle,

Empty space

The Black Hole

A vesica pisces filled with stars.

To be nothing and everything,

Empty and full,

This is the Cosmic Joke.

Maniacal LOL,

Simple peace-full smile.

Still smiling.

Now we know why the Buddha always

has that little smile~

He gets the joke.

There is nothing to get and He gets it!

Hahahahahahahahahaaaaa!



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  • Home
  • About Suchitra
  • Meditation and Wisdom Classes
  • Soul Source Counseling
  • Flower Essences
  • Guided Meditations
  • Suchitra's Art
  • Gratitude
  • To Soul Source
  • Heart Space