Featured Artist Ashley Heisig - Poet & Photograher
The Key To Unlocking Your Highest Potential
If you wish to free yourself
from the suffering
of birth and death
you have endured through eternity
and attain supreme
enlightenment in this lifetime,
you must awaken to the mystic truth,
which has always been
within your life.
Whispering Hope
Soft as the voice of an angel
breathing a lesson unheard,
hope with a gentle persuasion
whispers her comforting words.
Wait until the darkness is over,
Wait until the tempest is done.
Hope for the sunshine tomorrow,
after the shower is gone.
If in the dusk of the twilight
dim be the region afar,
will not the deepening darkness,
brighten the glimmering stars.
Then when the night is upon us,
why should the night sink away?
When the dark midnight is over,
watch for the breaking of day.
Hope as an anchor so steadfast,
rends the dark veil for the soul.
Whether the master has entered,
robbing the grave of its goal.
Come to me my angel,
my whispering hope .
Come to my sad weary heart.
Blessed hope of love
never never depart.
If you wish to free yourself
from the suffering
of birth and death
you have endured through eternity
and attain supreme
enlightenment in this lifetime,
you must awaken to the mystic truth,
which has always been
within your life.
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| Holding Up Friends by Ashley Heisig 2011 |
Soft as the voice of an angel
breathing a lesson unheard,
hope with a gentle persuasion
whispers her comforting words.
Wait until the darkness is over,
Wait until the tempest is done.
Hope for the sunshine tomorrow,
after the shower is gone.
If in the dusk of the twilight
dim be the region afar,
will not the deepening darkness,
brighten the glimmering stars.
Then when the night is upon us,
why should the night sink away?
 |
| Mud Queens -Tehema District Fair 2011 by Ashley Heisig |
watch for the breaking of day.
Hope as an anchor so steadfast,
rends the dark veil for the soul.
Whether the master has entered,
robbing the grave of its goal.
Come to me my angel,
my whispering hope .
Come to my sad weary heart.
Blessed hope of love
never never depart.
 |
| Incarcerated by Ashley Heisig 2011 |
We Stand
When the dust clears
and the storm dies down,
there we stand.
We stand
with fear at our face and
death at our backs.
Choosing to stand and fight for our loved ones
and the tears shed back at home.
"Pride lasts forever, dignity guides our path,
with that respect and discipline follow."
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