listen to the sound of air– filling the distance, tiny continuous hums– whispers weaving nets, forming a loose cocoon un seen, awash, present– between silences singing– distilled reflection
Brendan at earthweal this week asks us to “describe an enchanted moment”. Neither words nor images seem adequate for the sound of air, but I attempted it anyway. It doesn’t happen all the time, but sometimes when I meditate everything else fades away and I can hear the air. Most often it sounds like the image above.
But sometimes it has more clarity.
And in rare moments, it takes colors into the layers of movement.
The images were created by taking some of the art from one of my Kick-About responses to a film about light and applying Photoshop filters. I’ll get around to posting the originals at some point.
rock high against the firmament stone smooth against the palm– what wishes are veined inside each heart? which dreams skim the surface in currents riding wings that touch both earth and sky? who can draw the line between what is and what might be?
Jane’s recent poems mentioning kestrels reminded me of this strange collage I made awhile ago from a kestrel painting and a brush drawn portrait, neither of which satisfied me.
It was inspired by Ethiopian healing scrolls, which contain both words and talismanic images, although except for the square face in the center, it doesn’t resemble any of the images in the scrolls. I still don’t know what to make of the collage, but now I, too, have attached words to it.
A quadrille for dVerse, where De has provided us with the word stone.
The Oracle is in a dreamy mood today. It feels very much like my dreams last night–I journeyed with some children through a series of untamed landscapes. The details are hazy, but the atmosphere lingers.
be ocean’s naked desire born flying with fish like no one’s fool sailing over night dancing the dazzled morning open like a newborn eye listening to time’s rhythm devouring each breath