I am still waiting for clarity– sometimes I think about the things I can’t see and I wonder how to place them inside my mind–
Out of the dark and still I am dreaming of colors liquid currents of sound moving in all directions between the gaps–
Do our visions swim cataracted with refractions– flooding the invisible barriers of the portals into our eyes?
As I told Phil, this week’s Kick-About prompt, fundus photography, was made for my watercolor mandalas. First, photographing the inner eye naturally makes for roundness, and the liquid state calls for watercolor to represent it.
I did 4 watercolors and embroidered on 2 of them. If I exaggerated the colors a bit, well, my eye often does the same.
always digging deeper– roots that grow below, restore– listening through decay beyond stillness,
a place that is neither dark nor light, yet full, aware, gathered germinating into witness,
distilled light casting words that linger as counterpart– revealing mysteries in all that is
held on the wings of birds, circulated through the heart, absorbed into the spiraling axis
It’s poet’s choice of form at Colleen’s Tanka Tuesday, and how could I resist a syllabic form called “kerf”? I meant this also to be for the earthweal challenge this week, earthcraft, but obviously did not finish it in time.
you drift along, along and along, without wind or sea– can you see yourself moving? or is everything drifting? is it all doldrums, your mind sailing on doldrums, on emptiness, what is no longer there—was anything ever there?
you long to immerse yourself, to immerse your body in the sea, the primal waters of the sea– to float and forget, to dive and immerse yourself in life’s womb, to close your eyes, to shrink, becoming a stone waiting to be cast and skipped rippling back to where you belong—
where do you belong?
you drift along…
Laura at dVerse has us repeating ourselves. Not difficult for me, as my mind likes to travel back and forth and revisit what it has already said before.
I do not wander randomly but I also do not follow a map. Unlocated, I listen, I look. The Earth claims me, returns me with her favor. I cannot name all the colors, nor sing all the songs she has nested in my heart. They are unmeasurable, eternal.