Memorial Letter to a Rare Friend

Hi Daniel Love-Light Spirit,

I live having known rare and beautiful friends you are one of three who have blessed me beyond the scope of usual relationship loving me with such rare purity soo fully unconditionally compassionately
that your loving spirit continues to live with me beyond your departure from the flesh body and while receiving your infinite lovingness I continue without the gift of your physical presence yet alive in this world my heart beating wide open and loving as only a rare being as you can know...

May my tears water this world so that more of your love can grow into it...

Thank You My Dear Friend, Until we meet again in Light, Your Aunt In Love Cyndi

Happy Dias de Muertos

Happy Dias de Los Muertos!

 Carved Scull and Heart on Aspen, Hyde Park, Santa Fe, NM

copyright, Nova Cynthia

Truth the Alchemical Gold

Truth the alchemical gold
is the elixir of a purified heart
never growing old,
renewing itself in every moment...

And what is found in this alchemical mix named Truth?

Pure Light,
 Infinitude, Expansion, Play,
 Love, Forgiveness, Joy, Peace, Communion.

 This clear light exposes every passing shadow as a temporal delusion,
and asks why cling to shadows?

just call me Cy

I say the Heart is a Fiesta

Gouache on D'Arches Watercolor Paper

I say The Heart is a Fiesta

Complete with mangos and pinatas

and when it is broken open 

by a wise child on her birthday

all the forms of light  

spill out  for play...


Available as a Fine Art Print & Card from Redbubble.Com

Love Rains, Remaining

Love Rains, Remaining

Love rains in my open heart,

remaining long after the

passing of the forms it comes through,

was_is always present; embedded as light in my cells,

awakened by tiny, tender acts of compassion, unexpected gifts,

delivered with a smile or tears.

Makes it's many appearances in the form of a lover,

daughter, father, mother, husband, friend, uncle, aunt, cousin, sister, nephew, neighbor, 

a person I encounter without ever knowing their name. 

A little bird singing a hymn for me, The sun and just how perfectly it's warming my body right now. 

Sunlight and shadows dancing across the floor

while I'm meditating, casting my lotus Buddha form 

as a shadow puppet show, for my psyche; 

to become aware of, contemplate and honor.