DE LIGHT ED

Sunrise/LPC

The sun is rising now,

Freeing itself from the edge of the earth,

Red, yellow, ochre, magenta, violets merge with black and blue.

Energy builds by the second,

warmth, light

and dark relief in the foreground.

Another transformation.

A continual transformation.

Change is felt with immediacy.

The edges define a drawing.

The morning and evening edges define the day.

Frame the day.

Red sky at morning….

Red sky at night….

Today’s red morning feels less like a warning, more a delight.

Sailing to Gainesville via Charlotte.

De light ed.

LPC 12/7/07

Hello Its Me

LPC/Villa des Amis

Utterance or…

…was it?

The palpable silence

Complete and…

…comforting

water pounding the

terra cotta and brick

an awareness growing

out of silence

Rain. That’s what it was.

Rain.

Now a splat as it grew

Heavier

Not unlike my silence

Are you there?

Here? Beside me?

Inside?

Yes that is where everything

Resides. Radiant even in

The rain.

Closer to me than my own

breath

Hello! An utterance.

LPC/VdA

HOME

I began drawing again; this time from a sculpture that caught my eye. Then I started thinking about Eliot's EAST COKER and found this passage:

Home is where one starts from.

As we grow older

The world becomes stranger, the pattern more complicated

Of dead and living.

Not the intense moment

Isolated with no before and after,

But a lifetime burning in every moment

And not the lifetime of one man only

But of old stones that cannot be deciphered.

There is a time for the evening under starlight,

A time for the evening under lamplight

(The evening with the photograph album).

Love is most nearly itself

When here and now cease to matter.

Old men ought to be explores

Here or there does not matter

We must be still and still moving

Into another intensity

For a deeper union, a deeper communion

Through the dark cold and the empty desolation,

The wave cry, the wind cry, the vast waters

Of the petrel and the porpoise.

In my end is my beginning.

-T.S. Eliot