Aperture 2014 by Drea
Celebrate and embrace who you are.
Have fun expressing your uniqueness and enjoy life by savoring your dreams.
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Summer Morning

Heart,
I implore you,
it’s time to come back
from the dark,

it’s morning,
the hills are pink
and the roses
whatever they felt

in the valley of night
are opening now
their soft dresses,
their leaves

are shining.
Why are you laggard?
Sure you have seen this
a thousand times,

which isn’t half enough.
Let the world
have its way with you,
luminous as it is

with mystery
and pain-
graced as it is
with the ordinary.

~ Mary Oliver

Red Coral 2003 By Drea
There are layers upon layers on nearly everything that cover up what they really are.
Peel those layers back to see that most things are honestly the same. http://dreajensengallery.artistwebsites.com/featured/red-coral-2003-drea-jensen.html

The Plum Trees
by Mary Oliver

Such richness flowing
through the branches of summer and into

the body, carried inward on the five
rivers! Disorder and astonishment

rattle your thoughts and your heart
cries for rest but don’t

succumb, there’s nothing
so sensible as sensual inundation. Joy

is a taste before
it’s anything else, and the body

can lounge for hours devouring
the important moments. Listen,

the only way
to tempt happiness into your mind is by taking it

into the body first, like small
wild plums.

Spirit 2007 by Drea
Thinning of the veils between worlds is the feeling invoked in this painting.
The spirit behind the universe comes through.
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Spirit Call
By Drea

Connect with power
gift of conversation
authentic chemistry.

Snare heart with wild intention
reel in spark
awaken internal growth.

Create beautiful reality
magnetize adoration
answer spirit call.

Letting Paint Dry 2012 by Drea
Though we are constantly surrounded by magnetic energy, by looking carefully, we can find internal harmony.
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“I was always attracted not by some quantifiable, external beauty, but by something deep down, something absolute. Just as some people have a secret love for rainstorms, earthquakes, or blackouts, I liked that certain undefinable something directed my way by members of the opposite sex. For want of a better word, call it magnetism. Like it or not, it’s a kind of power that snares people and reels them in.”
~ Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun

Resonance 2013 by Drea
“Could it be love, with its sweet clamor of passion?”
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What is the Greatest Gift?
By Mary Oliver

What is the greatest gift?
Could it be the world itself-the oceans, the meadowlark,
the patience of the trees in the wind?
Could it be love, with its sweet clamor of passion?

Something else-something else entirely
holds me in thrall.
That you have a life that I wonder about
more than I wonder about my own.
That you have a life-courteous and intelligent-
that I wonder about more than I wonder about my own.
That you have a soul-your own, no one else’s-
that I wonder about more than I wonder about my own.
So that I find my soul clapping its hands for yours
more than my own.

Veracity 2011 By Drea
Truth comes from the heart is what this painting invokes in me.
I used layers of paint to add depth, rubbing for blending and the pulling out of shapes for form.
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Yes! No!
by Mary Oliver

How necessary it is to have opinions! I think the spotted trout
lilies are satisfied, standing a few inches above the earth. I
think serenity is not something you just find in the world,
like a plum tree, holding up its white petals.

The violets, along the river, are opening their blue faces, like
small dark lanterns.

The green mosses, being so many, are as good as brawny.

How important it is to walk along, not in haste but slowly,
looking at everything and calling out

Yes! No! The

swan, for all his pomp, his robes of glass and petals, wants
only to be allowed to live on the nameless pond. The catbrier
is without fault. The water thrushes, down among the sloppy
rocks, are going crazy with happiness. Imagination is better
than a sharp instrument. To pay attention, this is our endless
and proper work.

Perception 2011 by Drea
Though there are always people looking at you, there is never just one impression that you leave.
Everyone has their own perception.
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First Happenings
By Mary Oliver

A morning-glory morning with its usual glory, dawn particularly startling with citrons and mauves, petunias in the garden flashing their tender signals of gratitude. The sunflowers creak in their grass-colored dresses. Cosmos, the four o’clocks, the sweet alyssum nod to the roses who so very politely nod back.

And now it is time to go to work. At my desk I look out over the fluttering petals, little fires. Each one fresh and almost but not quite replicable.

Consider wearing such a satisfying body! Consider being, with your entire self, such a quiet prayer!

Golden Door 2014 by Drea
A golden door of incandescent brilliance, patience equanimity, and resolute with knowledge and respect. Radiant life energy to honor limitless love in glorious space.
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Golden Door
By Drea

Incandescent brilliance
patience equanimity
resolute with knowledge and respect.

Radiant life energy
honor limitless love
glorious space.

Innocence is playful
as we walk
through that golden door.

Mysteries, Four of the Simple Ones
By Mary Oliver

How does the seed-grain feel
when it is just beginning to be wheat?

And how does the catbird feel
when the blue eggs break and become little catbirds,

maybe on midsummer night’s eve,
and without fanfare?

And how does the turtle feel as she covers her eggs
with the sweep of her feet,
then leaves them for the world to take care of?

Does she know her accomplishment?

And when the blue heron, beaking his long breast feathers,
sees one feather fall, does he know I will find it?
Will he see me holding it in my hand

as he opens his wings
softly and without a sound-
as he rises and floats over the water?

And this is just any day at the edge of the pond,
a black and leafy pond without a name
until I named it.

And what else can we do when the mysteries present themselves

but hope to pluck from the basket the brisk words
that will applaud them,

the heron, the turtle, the catbird, the seed-grain
kneeling in the dark earth, its body
opening into the golden world?

Daydream 2012 by Drea
“I want a storm to come and flood us into a song that no one wrote.”
~ Frida Kahlo
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Muse Reverie
By Drea

Dreamers seek clearly
welcome the tempest
invite a flood.

Sweep away detritus
awaken spirit calls
the drum of a heart.

Pierce the veil of reality
nightly travel together
visionary star-gazer.

Muse reverie
invaluable chemistry becomes
a prayerful release.