A story written in the patterns of the air Following the wind’s road in all its winding Over cloud and under star Looping back on itself and starting again A story scratched in earth and stone Following the winding of water and root Over rock and under soil Renewing and starting over again This is…
What is a bowl But a thing which contains Its function defined By the space inside People are the same Made to contain Soul and heaven Flesh only the housing For the truth within Truth, like water Runs through all parts of life You need only find the stream And drink your fill Becoming past,…
Weathered rowboat pulled up on the lake’s edge Oars folded neatly inside Red horizon fading As white stars burn fire across the heavens Thick-barked conifers shiver as the night wind picks up And the deep blue water tickles and pats The sandy shore Find the way by starlight Down toward the wooded headland To the…
Sailing on mist-covered waters Drifting gently on unconscious tides Shards of life and mind flicker past All fluorescent colour and static noise Jigsaw pieces come together in bizarre pictures And splinter apart, and reform Stone scent of fresh water Mist leaves tang of reeds and algae on the tongue Creaking timber underneath, sails flap overhead…
Claude Monet (1840-1926) was one of the founders of Impressionism, a type of painting founded on the idea of painting nature as it was perceived, especially outdoor painting (en plein air). He would often paint multiple pictures of the same scene, at different times of the day and at different seasons, in order to capture…
On the waters of forever Through the mists of time and remembrance We wander, each one of us alone While eternity of stars wheels above us While the earth beneath spins, and spins again While the eons pass We speak the slow and careful language Of the universe We taste its mysterious wonder We weep…
Music’s got to keep moving If it stands still it’s not music at all Just a single note, alone and purposeless Music’s got to run, you see Like a river flowing down to the sea Music has to ebb and flow To build rainbows in the sky Among clouds passing by On that cusp on…
From the beginning of humanity, people have seen the sacred in the world around them. In ancient times they explained the world by imbuing their surroundings with magic and spirits. Most cultures saw bodies of water, whether oceans, rivers, lakes, or springs, as being magical otherworldly places. So, here I have put together a few…
Early morning light refracts through streaky clouds Mist hangs low on the land Rolling green fields intersperse with dense woodland Gently undulating slopes fade into the grey distance Standing on the nearer shore, we pilgrims take the boat And row our way across the golden waters Under willow fingers reaching low towards the stream Across…
Faint light appears in the east A baby day calls its infant greeting In beams of light lending colour to the world At night all is grey and blue and black But now the earth too wakes up With green and brown of leaf and bark and blade Green too, in the water, reflecting blue…
Eclectic Assemblage 