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.
If you are interested in purchasing a painting, please email suchitradavenport@gmail.com All paintings are acrylic on canvas.
THREE DEVAS sold
HEAVEN TO EARTH sold
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GOLDEN DEVA
CLAIR'S DEVA sold
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BLACK MADONNA sold
FREEDOM sold
SPRING sold
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MERRY DEVA sold
UNFOLDING NOW sold
SEEDS OF LIFE sold
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RESTING IN THE HEART sold
BEALTAINE GODDESS
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PRESENCE
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RIVER ROSE not for sale
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
COCOON
CHANGE
HEMISPHERES
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GROWTH
TRIANGLES
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
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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.
***********************************************_________________
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.
******************************************
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.
*********************************************
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!
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.
***********************************************_________________
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.
******************************************
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.
*********************************************
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!