Prometheus the Heart Guardian

I want to be in the ground. Make me sleep. I want to be with my sister.

The shadow lotus whispers to me of a new sisterhood.
“There is hope. Look at the green that grows from your grief.”

Who am I becoming?

I don’t feel human.

. . .

I think this is the guardian at the opening of my heart.

But I feel unprotected, like bundles of exposed nerves. My head is an empty receptacle easily filled by other’s thoughts.

I’m not a man. I don’t walk.

My name is Prometheus. I am part tree. Each layer of bark you paint on me you will experience relief.

I am the keeper of your soul fire.

The fire lives behind my eyes, boiling away fantasy as I refine what I desire to create.

Stillness. Wisdom. Integrity.

The above painting was a collaboration with this AI generated image that emerged from the prompt, “Living body wisdom”.

Whoever this being is or wherever it is from, I have much to thank it for.

Intrigued by my artistic process and want to experience it yourself?
I’d love to witness the unfolding of your soul’s wisdom through the creation of a soul portrait.