ATHINAThere are times, precious times, when you meet people who literally breathe through their works.ATHINA by *HMissXX
You can feel this breath penetrating your soul like a warm soothing wave and you just cannot let go.
Then, you close your eyes for a few seconds and you see the face behind the Art.
And you know that what you see is what really is.
And you love it...
This is our Athina...
|And a great surprise for me!My first DD on my work |
I want to thank with all my heart and for suggesting it
and who accepted it!
A second DD!!What a great and unexpected honor!!My work
So kindly suggested by and featured by
NOONE WINS THIS GAME...
So kindly suggested by my dearest and featured by
THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH,MY DEAR FRIENDS!!
|My dearest friend Tea, from , is running a shelter project - helping the animals from a shelter near her home. It's a project that is very near and dear to her heart, as well as my own. Click here teaphotography.deviantart.com/…? , and here teaphotography.deviantart.com/… so you can read more about it. Have a look at these wonderful animals who need our help and protection so much, and also, take some time to see how much of herself Tea devotes to these little ones. She really has a huge heart.|
Tea's main group is
afterlifeThere is a moment of paralysis,
An unnatural stillness
Before the body releases the soul.
An ending that starts a beginning,
Birthed and reborn in the heart's dormant beat.
Floating away in that last rush of breath.
Everything you knew of ground or sky
Matters not in the kingdom of life everlasting.
Where we soar through rock with wings unseen.
God’s hands or just a merciful tempest,
Guides us, carries us everywhere all at once.
A sweet tempered surrender to our afterlife.
SolitaryYes, I’m living alone.
I've worn this apartment in,
it's comfortable now, like an old shoe.
Since moving in, I’ve discovered
I share this space with several
the lost tribe of my familiars,
Most often they sleep, polluting
this narrow space with
insatiable dreams. When they
occasionally awake, their wide
open eyes blaze with dark passions.
I find myself scribbling outlines
of unspeakable dialogue.
Eternal SleepA sirens song,
Calls my name,
Sorrowful and beautiful,
Filled with pain,
The call of death,
Promises of peace,
An eternal one,
Of endless sleep.
Her open arms,
Hold me close,
As the coldness
Of death takes hold
Numbing and frozen
As the pain eases away
I close my eyes
And with my last breath
Say your name....