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We listened to rain
as it fell onto quiet trees
with patterns of water
that fell into us
and we stepped through doorways
timeless and unbound
into the landscape of a wish
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Beauty will braid our geometrical line
into the soul that reaches
toward a hidden star
yet we cannot name this, nor should we
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Enter the painting
where a sacred compass is held
the dervish moving within the center point
swirling shapes of a linear arc
toward a hidden curve
toward a hidden curve
returning to us
the breath of balance
and speaks without words a mystical language
the breath of balance
and speaks without words a mystical language
unveiling patterns within an ancient dream
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Open deeper
into the substance of light
tracing our kaleidoscopic skin
from elements moving through time
from elements moving through time
and carve your sacred path of colors
etched from imagination
into geometrical bodies
into geometrical bodies
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We are gathering
on a vertical horizon
holding the elements
that are carried from our birth
your essence is earth
and she gave you fire
while I hold the wind in my hands
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We listened to rain
as it fell onto quiet trees
with patterns of water
that fell into us
as we became starborn
the gardens bloomed once again.
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Paintings by David Holt
A series of Sacred Geometry
canvas scale ~ 5' x 5'6"
My deepest gratitude is with you for your gift of contemplating the geometry of beauty in this world and returning it to us, reshaped and exquisite.
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