David Cauldwell

Caretaker of Lost Souls

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Caretaker of Lost Souls

from 381.91
  • Prints on high gloss, high quality photo paper using archival inks

  • From a LIMITED EDITION of 22 (per size)

  • FREE shipping

  • Signed and numbered Certificate of Authenticity

  • Print comes with its own unique poem (see below), printed on high quality photo paper, A4 sized, which could be hung next to the print

  • Print only, not framed

  • Commissions available (info@davidcauldwell.com)

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  • Prints on high gloss, high quality photo paper using archival inks

  • From a LIMITED EDITION of 22 (per size)

  • FREE shipping

  • Signed and numbered Certificate of Authenticity

  • Print comes with its own unique poem (see below), printed on high quality photo paper, A4 sized, which could be hung next to the print

  • Print only, not framed

  • Commissions available (info@davidcauldwell.com)

CARETAKER OF LOST SOULS

In a sea of atoms teetering on the brink of density
A figure levitates
Enigmatic escort
Waiting to guide those
Who have never asked the way
In the space between this life and the next
How will you find a way
To transition between physicality
And the utter estrangement of pure lightness?
To resist death
Is to resist staring into the pits of your being
And accept everything that’s there
And everything that’s not
If you have not spent your life
Preparing for the moment of utmost liberation
If you have not torn up harmful family blueprints
Bolt-cut ancestral binds
If you have not dissolved all beliefs that hinder Creativity and Kindness
If you have not delved into your deepest emotional cavity
And emerged laughing at the ridiculousness
Of your own perceived self-importance
If you have not dared to deface the canvas of Existence
With patterns of your purest creative expression
Soul etchings
If you have done none of these things
Then the space between this life and the next
May engulf your spirit
The Caretaker can lead you to a place
Where you are the Creator of stardust and solar systems
But only if you live to die
To meet everything as new
To reset beliefs the moment they are born
For death is only suffrage
If it’s never been invited in as a part of life
A stranger cold and wet standing on the threshold
Of your ultimate liberation

Poem comes printed on A4-sized paper, unframed

Poem comes printed on A4-sized paper, unframed