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She is the tiny voice that sings "I am"
in the gloom of darkest night.
She is the Song of the Soul
reveling in tiny moments of truth.
She is the pulse that quivers with hope
in the rubble of man's discontent,
and the flame of commitment
in the rearing of a child.
She lays a gentle sheen
on the tired world on a moonless night,
filling hollows and thickets and stark rooms
with murmurs of inspiration.
She quells the thirst for empty pleasures
and rides the waves of painful days.... (more)
Spring solstice has arrived! This tender season is usually regarded as a time to rejoice at life's beauty and renewal. Life is precious. It is also delicate and perishable, and not at all guaranteed. It's a gift and a miracle, with or without a religious perspective to cast it in. I present to you a photo of a delicate Peony as a reminder of life's fragility, as the towns on the Northeast coast of Japan and well inland, struggle for their very survival.
I will continue to wish, hope and pray for the Japanese people to find comfort, solace and the support of the world community in... (more)
This has been a sad month for my husband and me. We have lost three friends in the past four weeks or so. Three people full of life and wonder and vitality. Where their energy has gone, no one can comprehend. I am reminded of the preciousness of life.
We are all buffeted by the tide, often surrounded by circumstances beyond our understanding or control. Yet life remains beautiful, offering us moments of beauty and contemplation at unexpected times and in unexpected places. Thank goodness for those times when visions of natural beauty quiet the mind and heart and give solace.Like... (more)
I move in firmaments of texture
concavities minute as
bumps of binary code
strung like lights in my mind.
I am visual, viewing the universe
scratches on glass
grass waving in the breeze
silver bangles in lake water.
In and out,
before the place
where streams of words
I will die
dissociated from wisdom and certainty
as do all others,
alone on a Rock
where tides flow to Eternity.
Yet still alive,... (more)
Venal flawed existence
No thought to language or
aspiration to meaning,
all yearning for truth adulterated--
on Benches of Greed.
Where are the heroes?
Oh, let me sing you.
Do not fling yourself on the altar of
your conscience's death:
mind sacrificed to paltry truths,
enunciations carrying the weight of tin.
Flap not on empty windows
or abandoned domiciles
then dubiously re-gifted
to Purveyors... (more)
I think most of us would agree that producing art gives us power. I see it as a power over ourselves, as opposed to power over what is outside of ourselves. It is a personal power over our own energy, perception, and motivational systems. And perhaps more important, the making of art helps us transcend the need to achieve a social equilibrium (which in my opinion, is rarely possible anyway). Instead, we are involved in a process by which we may achieve a degree of harmony within ourselves, in relation to the universe. In the dynamic state of being committed to a creative process, we do not... (more)
Autumn leaves ready to fall create a cascade of color, suspended and flapping in the wind like a curtain. Natural beauty is a transient state, peaking in its majesty for a short time before changing form and entering a new phase of life cycle that may, perhaps, be equally captivating.Because beauty is fleeting, like life itself, it becomes all the more precious and poignant. Life is both precious and poignant, and so we must be thankful for our short domain on Earth. To proceed without being mindful of the wonders in life and our individual blessings as well, is to be out of touch and perhaps... (more)
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