ATāRI DR. HEāRT Wonderlānd An arrow strikes me, my heārt is bleeding, I touch an artifact that was long gone. The time is before times, and the whispers of the wind pounding the story of my brushstrokes I pick a tear drop from the skies and bury it deep inside mother earth’s crying eyes which moisten the arid lands somewhere between no-where and nowhere. I dive deep into the golden sand thru earth's core and back to the exact meeting point of a canvas and “don pannalo” my brush, I am transmuting myself to become a clear rock that is breaking the light of the sun into spetecular rainbows of art. I am a heārtist, a wondering soul, I came to that present, to become a wholje. ATāRI’s tracks Woof.mp3 by ATāRI published on 2024-09-10T16:20:07Z White Butterflies (falllin') .mp3 by ATāRI published on 2024-08-15T07:58:19Z queen of heārts by ATāRI published on 2024-05-03T18:09:10Z nine of diāmonds by ATāRI published on 2024-05-03T17:59:04Z
