Merry Christmas to All

Dervish in a Pearlized Shell

Traipsing the slow turn
of calcified skeleton,
I journey a labyrinth of light.

Fractured archetype,
Broken hint of spiral,
I dance in full madness.

Dervish in a pearlized shell.

Universe of Light

lift up your head,
tiny blossom

shout for joy,
dancing beams

the universe,
encapsulated
in petals of light

Wings of Flame

Flame of love,
ignite my soul;
fan me with
wings of fire

against a bright blue sky

my own stubborness
wounds my soul,
tearing at the wire
between heaven and me.

self-erected,
a false fence,
to keep out the power
of the universe,

small meadow of
self indulgence,
with eternity beyond my borders.

Morning Meditation

This morning I allowed myself to just paint with a digital brush and let the color dictate the form. It was a good exercise and allowed me time to just be. I seem to be in a mandala state of creation lately. The symmetry of the circle and square satisfy some need of my soul for balance.

Rising Tide

natatorial hand of Neptune,
aroused by Eurus' fury,

seeming a watery chaos,
a shoreline melts away.

my soul
before my God.

Spiral Meditation

life's tide
ebbs and flows.

spiraling,
in on itself
out of itself

the end is the beginning,
the beginning is the end.

in such constancy,
comfort.

floating
on the prayers
of others

Lord, keep me afloat

Illuminated Peace

psychodelic fireflies
spin electric aura
luminous conviction
sacrosanct bliss

"The more the words,
the less the meaning,
and how does that profit anyone?"
Ecclesiastes 6:11

A Burning Peace

(technological failure + illness = absence; my apologies)


oh, consume my soul
with lambent tongues of longing

Emptiness

My heart is cooled by drops of emptiness.
–– Thich Nhat Hahn

Ode to My Children

Acutely aware of my presence,
she steers her babies away.

Here a season,
then gone.

Blackberry and chicken
melancholy.

A soul-full of memory.

Sweet Blossom

Sculptural velvet,
petaled light.

Soul sustaining,
gently incensed.

Sweet blossom
blesses the day.

Time On Her Hands

A tiny fragment,
where is it going?

She asserts herself.
I must listen, obedient companion.
There is a point when
the work takes over the worker.

She holds the power,
she has the time on her hands.

10 minute play

Morning lent itself to quick work with my plumeria photo. I decided to allow myself 10 minutes to play with the image and see where it took me. It took me on a wild ride of color. The blending of borders reminded me of the illusion of borders that we all take so seriously, there are no borders in nature. I am pretty sure God has no borders either. I've always wondered where the ripples end when one casts the stone?

Pax

Drink In Pink

Stop, drink in pink,

A riot of roseate petals
dances up the hillside,
the ground is littered with joy.

wings of magic

Winged blessings on a clear mountain morning
Fearless accompaniment to an outdoor feast
Coffee with humming
Crepes with feathered visitors
Heaven must be so

7/7/07 - It's a great day for a wedding. Today should challenge my artistic eye as I go to shoot my niece's wedding day. The setting is picture perfect, so it should be easy! Right.

Blue, blue, blue

Up and away into the wild blue yonder. We are flying today and the absolute absurdity of humans taking flight is overwhelming me. I have flown thousands of miles around this globe of ours and the concept still gets me as totally make believe. What ever does nature think of these strange creatures that keep defying her laws?

I am taking the mental image of the confident blue peacock with me. Off now into yet another space of this world.

Peace

But ask the animals, and they will teach you,
or the birds of the air, and they will tell you;
or speak to the earth, and it will teach you,
or let the fish of the sea inform you.
Which of all these does not know that the hand of the Lord has done this? – Job 12:7-9

Following a shy peacock is a wonderful way to observe humility, singleness of purpose, and sheer beauty.
This was shot on the evening of June 29th.

My encounter with this silverback a few months back has followed me like a shadow. His spirit seems to float around me and nudge me to do something. . . This piece grew from that urge, but I feel there is more to come. Time will tell.