Power snakes through epochs
Scale lost in time and space
Human stands on canyon edge
diminished
Category: Art
Tears
Tears flow golden
Down her cheek
Then fall to ground
Where forms a pool
From gentle creek
Down her cheek
Then fall to ground
Where forms a pool
From gentle creek
There streams and rivers
Come to rest
Display the sorrows
Which some detest
“Wait for the facts
You can’t protest!”
What have we
But video
And patterns written
Long ago
To actions spoken
Our words will out
If some won’t listen
Justice shouts
First Responders
She strode from the chaos
With an extraordinary self-possession
Intent on some minor stain or damage to her frock
As if all that mattered in this world
Was her appearance in it
With an extraordinary self-possession
Intent on some minor stain or damage to her frock
As if all that mattered in this world
Was her appearance in it
It was impossible to know
If her composure reflected disoriented shock
Or disdain for the physical danger
She had not yet entirely escaped
Until she let the hem fall down her thigh
Turned her attention toward her destination
Determined steps splashed a path
In a straight line through flotillas of shattered debris
Which seemed to have drifted in a pattern
Intended to allow her unobstructed exit
Books, papers, and various other shards of detritus
Drifted in the eddies of unsettled water
Which she cleaved like a great ship through choppy seas
In countenance and action
She exhibited a formidable and resolute presence
Like the war film fantasy of the battalion commander
Who leads his troops through a barrage
Of bullets and shrapnel
Upright, undeterred, intent not on the enemy
But the objective beyond their defensive lines
Function Tags Along
Form follows function
The prophet, Sullivan, preached
Writing the gospel of
Purpose Informs Art
On landscapes and city streets
Ah, sighs Calatrava
And erects his Mona Lisa smile
Its contrarian pulse
The blood flowing through Valencia’s veins
As form takes flight
With function on its wing
I revel in dreamy whimsy
With purpose in the wake
Mosaic
I marvel at the mosaic
Its intricate tile work
Follow the lines around
On their dizzying journey
Its intricate tile work
Follow the lines around
On their dizzying journey
Then notice the shapes
How each tile had to be cut
Individually
By hand
Just so
Or it would not fit
The precision
It’s astonishing
I draw back a little
And see the larger forms
Shaped by the small tiles
The lines weaving their way
Through the forms
Linking one to another
Delineating them
Then notice the star
In the lower left corner
Or is it a sphere?
How do you create the sense
Of a soft round orb
With nothing but straight lines
And hard edges?
But neither my eye
Nor my mind
Can linger there long
Follow the trail
Walk the maze
A lazy, meandering drive
Through rolling country
Up to the chains
All interlocked
Each link with its own form
Peanuts and hearts
Circles and infinity
Then the letters
Is there any written language
So beautiful as Arabic
In the hands of an artisan
Filigree relief in plaster
Harmonious
With the sweeping strokes
I understand the grace of Rumi
With such elegant script
As a medium
And wonder at what beauty
The translated words
Might speak to me
I step back
Take in the wider view
Such conscious beauty here
But I cannot hold all of it
Not in my mind
Not all at once
The lines and shapes
The forms and individual tiles
The curling words
All of it intertwined
In space and history and culture
A tapestry of ceramic and plaster and time
A small rectangle of wall
Is all so much larger
And beautiful
Than my ability to hold it all
In consciousness
So I open my heart
Let my spirit become my senses
Let experience touch my being
And there it is
All of it
Not contained by me
By my mind
Or my heart
Or my spirit
But I contained in it
It is not the mosaic
Through which the white lines flow
But myself
And so become I
Part of the mosaic
And the mosaic is me
As suddenly as it came
The awareness passes
Though my memory of it
Remains
All such epiphanies
Great or small
Prove to be
Both ephemeral
And eternal
I stand there
Manifest again
Looking upon a mosaic
On a wall
In a fabulous structure
Built centuries ago
Occupied by many empires since
A mosaic of existence itself
And I wonder
If all along
That was the message intended
By artists and artisans
Who designed and created
One small mosaic on a wall
In the Alhambra
Life
Existence itself
Is a mosaic
Eyes ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #192
Earnest and callow
Eyes and smile
Rendered in night’s
Deepest shadow
Eyes and smile
Rendered in night’s
Deepest shadow
A smile to say
“Goodnight, my friend”
Then again to
Welcome morning
In the darkness
Protect the gate
From those who carry
Cans of paint
I Walk on Rainbow Splinters
Some people think they know me
But I know they cannot know me
Can’t see my misfortune
Guess they don’ wanna know me
But I know they cannot know me
Can’t see my misfortune
Guess they don’ wanna know me
I am just a pilgrim
Saffron shows my devotion
Ain’t afraid of no hard road
Fill my heart with passion
Walk thru the fire
Fly thru the fear
See the signs along the path
Though the end remains unclear
Walk in mindful silence
See what breath can do
Walk on rainbow splinters
Leave behind gurus
Seek it, you will find it, seek, seek
Walk on rainbow splinters
‘Til I Wake Up ,’Til I Wake Up, ‘Til I Wake Up ,’Til I Wake Up
I breathe in the light
Exhale the darkness
Pride begins to fade
And I forget the malice
Balance light and dark
Rising from the gutter
Melt my pain like butter
And my heart begins to flutter
Seek it, you will find it, seek, seek
Walk on rainbow splinters
Seek it, you will find it, seek, seek
Walk on rainbow splinters
‘Til I Wake Up ,’Til I Wake Up, ‘Til I Wake Up ,’Til I Wake Up
Seek it, you will find it, seek, seek
Walk on rainbow splinters
Gautama Buddha
Come along on my journey
Bring your Dharmakaya, your Sambhogakaya, your Nirmanakaya
And your 500 lives
The illuminating candle
Apsaras, guiding angels
Gautama Buddha
Gautama Buddha
Bodhisattva of compassion
Master who taught the light
With you Gautama
With you Gautama
‘Til I Wake Up ,’Til I Wake Up, ‘Til I Wake Up ,’Til I Wake Up
‘Til I Wake Up ,’Til I Wake Up, ‘Til I Wake Up ,’Til I Wake Up
Seek it, you will find it, seek, seek
Walk on rainbow splinters
Seek it, you will find it, seek, seek
Walk on rainbow splinters
Gautama Buddha
Shining on the river of light….
A-maze-ing Laughter
Laughter is the best
Medicine which means comics
Make the best healers
Medicine which means comics
Make the best healers
Whimsy
Ah,
The whimsy
Of a few curved lines
And a stencil
In an obscure corner
Of hard edges
And some distress
Meaning indecipherable
But for the inexplicable smile
It brings
To my being
The whimsy
Of a few curved lines
And a stencil
In an obscure corner
Of hard edges
And some distress
Meaning indecipherable
But for the inexplicable smile
It brings
To my being
