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The Seer
From the caves of Altimira
To a New York studio,
The Seer has inspired the artist
With Vision's unceasing flow.
The Seer is the soul of the artist,
Magus through ages untold,
Transmuting the lead of matter
Into bullets of spiritual gold.
The ego picks up the weapon of art,
Childlike, it plays with the trigger.
Blowing the head off it's contracted self,
Awareness is suddenly bigger.
By slaying the ego and stunning
The chatter of thoughts as they rise,
Great art shuts out distractions
Delighting the heart through the eyes.
The Seer is the soul of the artist,
Revealing the Mystery as form,
Advancing our civilization
By inventing and destroying the norm.
The redemptive Sorceress, Art
Can heal the nausea of being,
Opening vistas of hope and beauty,
Revealing deep patterns of meaning.
The function of art is to stop us
And take us out of our skin,
Unveiling the spirit's pure nakedness
Without beginning or end.
The Seer is the soul of the artist,
Gaze fixed on primordial perfection.
Radiance emerges from emptiness,
Each point of light etched with affection.
The boundless Void, open and formless
Is the basis of all creation.
Visions appear and then dissolve
Reinforcing this realization.
From beyond the vision descends
From within the vision arises
Coalescing in the divine imagination,
Source of continual surprises.
The Seer is the soul of the artist
The Maker is the artist's hand
In the studio their conversations
Translate a timeless command.
These dialogues of Maker and Seer
Weave together matter with soul,
Consecrating the practice of art
As speech of the ineffable.
Art making transforms the artist,
And to any hearts truly under
Creation's intoxicating spell
The Seer transmits holy wonder.
~Alex Grey
