ART PSALMS by Alex Grey
Angels dictate mystic rants, accompanied by picture prayers, precious alloy of art and wisdom, forged in a soul furnace, beaten on the anvil of discontent until shaped suitable for the altar in the Church of Vision, where creativity is religion.
We seek through art
To recover our center,
To remember our souls task,
To stop sleepwalking in confusion,
To stop managing our depression,
To harness the passion of inextinguishable love, To find the One Godself,
Hidden throughout creation.
Art is the scab healing the wound
Of the separate self illusion.
Creators aligned with Divine Will Make the soul perceptible.
Artist priests with minimal dogma, Transfix, transform and evolve The chaotic melding of cultures, Through the dross of ego
To superconscious fusion
With the Nature-field.
Suddenly, Holy Spirits are everywhere. Saviors invent solar panels,
Restore species, and habitats mushroom, Alchemically transmuting earthly desecration. All creatures, brothers and sisters,
Planet as Holy Temple.
Holy Spirit, 1998
