a universal prayer for peace

one inexplicable universe

one starlit endless sky

one green and blue planet amongst countless others

one profound mystery


one deep, vast ocean all around

one body of earth and rock and fire

one air one water one wind one body

one sound

one silence

one gravity

one light

one day one night


one inexplicable universe

one magnificent and magical organism of aliveness

in forever changing forms of wondrousness

one love

one heart

one true happiness shining in all eyes


one pain of all the horrors

one pain of all the fake divisions

one pain of all ideas of “I” and “me” and “mine”

one pain of all the “I am good” and “you are bad” perceptions

one pain of all the fears of the so-called other

one pain of all the love-destructive forces

one pain of all the unnecessary sufferings


one responsibility

one love

one love



one colourful and bright and shining humanity

the golden ring

photo 14I was doing some filming the other day in Randwick Woods in the last flowering blue bells of this spring.  I took my golden ring off and put it in my bag. My golden ring was bought in 2003 after I became a devotee of Adi Da Samraj and very valuable in all possible ways. It was a symbol for my deep love and commitment to Adi Da Samraj, it always felt like a chosen ‘marriage’ to the Divine.

This day I lost the ring, I had put it into the same pocket as my car keys, and must have accidentally pulled it out with the keys without noticing when I got back to my car with the equipment… for some reason I had a feeling for a while that I wasn’t meant to wear it anymore… but the message hadn’t quite sunk in yet.

So when I couldn’t find it when I got home, I felt I was meant to lose it. I looked for it but couldn’t find it. I was mainly sad because I wanted to pass this significant and very personal piece of jewelry onto my son when I died and I have often spoken to him about that.

My idea was when I physically died… but in some ways I have been through a process of dying…including the  dying of the identification with the relationship to my Spiritual Master as ‘an other’ to relate to in Love. I can not see any separation anymore… now there is only Love, only One.

I sung a song “please dear ring find your way back to my son, find your way back to my son as you belong to him, you belong to him…”

On a practical level I put a sign up by the parking space at the woods with my phone number.

The next day I was ecstatic.

I  created this image called “Happiness Is” and wrote the following poem:

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the ring of

has no shape

I am home right there, right here, right everywhere, and nowhere too

the ring of gold

was only on loan

for as long as the form of a dearest Beloved was needed

to pull away the clouds of apparent I from the infinite mystery of being
the beyond in all has come to take this body

the beyond in all has come to be what is

the unknowable is here, is me, meets itself again

in the subtlest hello of a meeting that never happened in time and space
the fingers bare

not adorned by any shape of gold anymore

no knowledge to where the gold is lost

just the knowledge it hasn’t been taken from anyone, as there is no-one
I owed my Beloved everything

He has always already owned me.bluebell wood

I offered Him everything

and He has taken


I am swallowed


widely and wildly alive

into timeless, nameless unknowable reality


The following day after writing this poem I received a text message:

I have  found a ring… please call this number. It was that very golden ring…

and guess what… new video to follow…xxx


dance offering at a day intensive with Steve Ford

HenleyI had the wonderful opportunity to offer a dance-poetry-visuals contemplation at a day intensive with Steve Ford on the 30th of April 2016.

It was a very beautiful and in-depth day with him.

From the morning occasion I wrote down two things he said, which stood out to me:

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“You can not ask the reflection in the mirror to take you home”


“you can not be more than what you already are.”

I deeply connect with the profundity of those two ‘statements’ and I felt they flowed beautifully with my poetry. So I spontaneously interwove them into the offering.

The consideration around art and performance has always been for me to contemplate reality. Reality in the sense that there is no separation.

The remarkable occurrence of creating art in this way is that no shape or form has to be fixed… and work can always flow, breathe, change, take on millions of different forms, is limitless and totally alive… it can not be owned… as long as the communication is non-separation there is no possibility of cultures clashing… anything is possible… any participation in millions of ways.



“The Cycle of Life” second performance 22nd of April 2016

The Cycle ofLife April 22We had a wonderfully ecstatic evening last night. The room felt thick with blissful silence at the end of the performance…and it would have felt wholly appropriate to extend the evening into an hour of silent meditation.

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The audience was extremely responsive, which made the occasion incredibly joyful and really supported the performance to become more and more ecstatic and powerful.

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The feedback we received was very happy and pretty phenomenal:

“I was transported into pure being”

“it was extremely powerful”

“this was very unique and special”

“this was such a gift”

“I could have watched you all night”

“Lindsay and you work together so well”

are some of things I remember, and I was just overjoyed by the happiness that was communicated in many different ways.

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in the softness of the heart

I meet you there 

with great delight”

This is literally what I most enjoy doing…

I can’t wait to do the next one… thanks so much to the Site Festival team to take our piece on board, (before it even existed!) and thank you so much Lindsay for the wonderfully enjoyable collaboration, thank you Miles for all your support and thanks to my mother for all help with this… and a deep thank you to everyone who shared the experience of “The Cycle of Life” with us so far… may there be many more events like this one…and may the process grow into a larger group of participants over time…

with Love, Eva




Stroud, Site Festival

Yesterday on the 16th of April, Lindsay Treen and I had our first performance. It was a very enjoyable occasion, which I felt deeply uplifted by. I enjoy creating art so much in which I can share a vision of a world… in which we humans create more beauty, a lot more beauty together.

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The second performance is on Friday the 22nd at 8 pm. Find out more and buy tickets in the calendar.


very funny rehearsal

Our last rehearsal for “The Cycle of Life” was hilarious, we had a lot of reasons to laugh and giggle. About everything went wrong that can go wrong…I tripped over the tripod legs, stood on my skirt, forgot my lines, had the pictures piled up in the wrong order and felt altogether very different…

interestingly enough… when Lindsay and I watched the footage we were amazed…the way sound, singing, movement, images and poetry flowed into each other was phenomenal. There was a new transparency and delicacy we both entered into…

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We were rehearsing the second part… which tends to blow me away every time when I sit down to learn the script to such a degree, that I just get lost in silent contemplation…

This is not like conventional rehearsing…it’s a very living process:

Self Portrait

an image of the Mystery of Light

Self Portrait

the paradox of transformation

in no space timeless oneness of all there is

can you draw my face

upcoming performances: Site Festival Stroud April 2016, details and tickets here

Site Festival, Stroud, April 2016

The Cycle of Life


The Light shines Ceaselessly

performance times, dates, tickets and details can be found in the calendar

“The Cycle of Life

or The Light Shines Ceaselessly…”  – how this performance piece developed

… when I had my son I left the theatre work for sometime to fully be his mother. It was then when I finally found time to concentrate on creating visual artworks in all the in-between times. I never got round to this in an in-depth sort of way, when I was creating multi media performances during my time as associate artist at Oxford House in London.

I didn’t realize at the time that I had actually already started to work on a new performance which would come into being 7 years later.

Selsley common

January 2011

My work always coincides with the integration of the biggest and most fascinating processes of my experience of life.

I kept creating digital montages, whenever I felt moved to make a new piece. One particular one fascinates me, as it has been an image that similar to the performance “The Cycle of Life” developed over several years. The development of this image coincides with the occurrence of understanding that
existence in consciousness is Beauty and Love without a separate entity. The poetry to the images began to manifest since summer 2015, when I also began to feel moved to dance to my images.

“The Cycle of Life” unfolds not by means of “my making”. It would be more accurate to say that all I am doing is allowing it to manifest.


June 2015

Only recently when I completed the montage in memory of my father who died in 2014 I became aware that my photographic work actually describes a process without being a story.


February 2016

when Lindsay and I rehearsed with all the images for the first time, the subtle communications of the piece became clear. There is the mysterious unfolding of birth and the magic and innocence, wonder and utter vulnerability of childhood, there is the questioning of who one really is… there is the attraction into unconditional love, the dissolve beyond separation and the letting go of the bodily experience… which paradoxically never existed as a separate event. And there is the deepest longing to manifest that reality in this world…


rehearsal, March 2016

“if there was such a thing

as an I in time

I would call this the perfect moment”

(This is the poem which will be recited with this image. You can view all images and poems in digital montages and poetry.)

Details on upcoming performances of “The Cycle of Life” can be found the calendar.


Dolores the Buddha rabbit

Dolores died a couple of days ago. she died the most sudden unexpected death. She was approximately six years old. Being totally her usual self, she suddenly fell on her side, had some sort of seizure, screamed twice and left the body…it took about five seconds. And she was already as good as gone when I placed my hands on her. All the warning I had was a funny feeling for a few days… so I was observing her lots for any indication of disease. But she was happy and eating… I always had an intuition that she would leave before her partner Richard and images would come into my head about what she would look like dead and how sad I would be when she died.  And there was an incidence the day before where I suddenly thanked her for everything and told her how much I loved her.

Today I want to write about her, because it pains me to see how we humans so often treat animals as if they had no rights, no feelings, and didn’t matter. As if they were just a commercial product like a plant pot.

In the photo below you see Richard saying good-bye to his love. It is my impression that in fact animals feel more. They feel more deeply than people as they do not have shields of thought and protections of presumption to stop them from feeling. Animals are so healing to people as they are deep, they are contemplatives, they can connect us with who we really are. It took Richard at least twelve hours of coming to terms with Dolores dying until he was ready to go to her and express his love and sadness.


Dolores came from a rescue center and was a teacher for all of us. She taught our domineering and fearful rabbit Richard that love is bigger, she taught me that love is bigger. She taught me that love is always bigger than fear. Love is always bigger than anger… She had an amazing stillness about her and presence. That’s why I called her Buddha Dolores sometimes. She always accepted any circumstance with ease and equanimity. She just spread peace. She was kind. she didn’t seem to have an awful lot of reason to be in a body apart form teaching everyone around her the rules of love and stillness, may be she had done what she had come for, and hence left so swiftly… slipping with ease into the other world she always had a strong connection with anyway.


Her big love will always be in my heart.

Thank you Dolores for everything, you were a real gift and blessing in our lives.

And what is her last lesson: the inconsolability of the heart. We can not hold onto anything. We can not keep anything, that means something to us. We can only treasure the beings we love and care for them with the broken heart of knowing that there is no way we can stop them from leaving whenever they will… they will leave and we will too.

There is no point in consolidating into the idea of a separate entity, which ultimately only looses and is made extinct…

Only in the oneness of all there is Love begins to truly make sense…and is free.

Beyond space and time Dolores has always been, is always and will always be.

And this is the essence of all.


Love it through this open door to Me


“an ecstatic conversation for two voices one in being”:

a new experimental exploration, set to footage filmed at the beautiful Selsley Common near Stroud, images interwoven with poetry by Milo Thresher and myself into a contemplative collage exploring a story without a story, an event without an event, the mystery of radiating as love from beyond the world of things…enjoy….!