when there are no words

silent spaces…pause between words…shaping time…making art. There is the sudden silence of the crowd above a player not moving on the field, and the silence of the orchid. The silence of the falling vase before it strikes the ﬂoor, the silence of the belt when it is not striking the child. The stillness of the […]

how wings work

When I returned from so many journeys, I stayed suspended and green between sun and geography – I saw how wings worked, how perfumes are transmitted by feathery telegraph, and from above I saw the path, the springs and the roof tiles, the fishermen at their trades, the trousers of the foam; I saw it […]

to be like a tree

“When you go out into the woods and you look at trees you see all these different trees. And some of them are bent, and some of them are straight, and some of them are evergreens, and some of them are whatever. And you look at the tree and you allow it. You see why […]

Bird Time

a children’s book… 3 young sisters plant a small elm tree in their backyard. Through the years… the three sisters begin to realize that the elm tree, is their home. The sisters see… that the elm tree remains with them… watching over the 3 sisters marking milestones and holding time… a tree of life… As […]

worth knowing

Black Above Scribbled trees. Shiningly silver… A mercurial balloon. Inside Oval’s home wait 2… speaking in silence. One Eye Knows… what’s worth Protecting.

Days Inn

Days What are days for? Days are where we live. They come, they wake us Time and time over. They are to be happy in: Where can we live but days? Ah, solving that question Brings the priest and the doctor In their long coats Running over the fields. Philip Larkin “Days” from Collected Poems. […]

treelife

Above the mountains the geese turn into the light again Painting their black silhouettes on an open sky. Sometimes everything has to be inscribed across the heavens so you can find the one line already written inside you. Sometimes it takes a great sky to find that first, bright and indescribable wedge of freedom in […]

“We think by feeling. What is there to know?”

I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow. I feel my fate in what I cannot fear. I learn by going where I have to go. We think by feeling. What is there to know? I hear my being dance from ear to ear. I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow Of […]

first step

This is love: to fly toward a secret sky, to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment. First let go of life. Finally, to take a step without feet. Rumi

blue and red

Between… spirit and matter… a blue painted feather. Flying red… paper worlds and words not read 2 birds. “…think of the bird as a teacher. Approach it with curiosity and patience, as if it were the most important thing right now. you do not have to worry about getting it to do something. The bird […]