Little known painter Hilma af Klint was a pioneer of abstraction, with an entire body of visually captivating work predating that of Kandinsky. Also, she talked to ghosts. Tune in to learn all about the life of this mystical babe and why she may not be a household name.

(via Gary S. Stoudt, Ptolemy, & Wikipedia)

1995

(there are so, so many)

From The Divine Dance: The Trinity and Your Transformation by Richard Rohr. Happy New Year's Eve 2022!

Privildged to have played a part today. Special shout out to ISWA for hosting and our partners at JIDS #RumiForum #myticism #Rumi #YunusEmre https://www.instagram.com/p/BtKA1hXAz8J/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1ne19lx0cmkcc

to sew back together   -MadisonMeadows

Hello people today's post is a random doodle I dug out of my archives, it is my interpretation of the 7th century mystic poet Andāl. Andāl takes Ranganathar, a form of Lord Vishnu as her divine husband. She is shy little girl but her poetry is fiercely sensual, especially the Nachiyar Thirumozhi. This poem is inspired by one of her lovely poems Vaaranam Aayiram. 😊 --------------------------------- I had a Dream Hair tousled, smudged kajal and a glorious smile She woke up to dawn’s first streak of light The river that was once reduced to a little stream, choked with weeds and thorny shrubs now was brimming, it's waters gushing , gurgling through the meandering consciousness in her mind, the dull throb of her lover’s bruises bloom like heaps of malligai On a dewy wintery morning, the flush on her face like the crimson blush of sunrise. She smiles to herself gazing at the naughty scatter of clothes telling mischievous stories. Her ruby jimikkis glinting under the sneaky streak of sunlight streaming in through the window. Her kondai pins strewn like flowers on a marital bed, the sri charanam on her forehead fading, smudged by last night's passionate kisses. Her eyes moved onto the heap of the crumpled parrot green saree on the floor. Where is my thozhi? She wonders. And then The WhatsApp screen flashes typing , against a certain name. She smiles. #dailypoetry #poetsofinstagram #shypoet #spilledink #octoberflc #nimsical #poetry #poetrygram #poem #bhaktipoetry #Andāl #myticism #bridalmysticism #mysticpoetry #lovepoems #lovepoetry #lovepoets #romance #photopoetry #day2 #octoberpoetrychallenge #octoberpoetry #octcbfchallenge #octoberflc #writersofinstagram #words #writer #poetrycommunity #juggernaut