No Self

 Les Quatre Vents / La Malbaie / Quebec

The geese do not 

wish to leave 

their reflection behind;

The water has no 

mind to retain 

their image.

          

   ---Zenrin Kushu

CAIRN

CAIRN/Villa des Amis/December 30, 2012/WSC

In the process of understanding and interpretation, part and whole are related in a circular way: in order to understand the whole, it is necessary to understand the parts, while to understand the parts it is necessary to have some comprehension of the whole.

David Couzens Hoy

cenotaph

Well Head Stone in CENOTAPH/Villa des Amis/December 2012

                            

                           Cloud

I am the daughter of Earth and Water,

And the nursling of the Sky;

     I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores;

I change, but I cannot die.

 For after the rain when with never a stain

The pavilion of Heaven is bare,

        And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams

Build up the blue dome of air,

I silently laugh at my own cenotaph,

And out of the caverns of rain,

          Like a child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb,

I arise and unbuild it again.

                                    ---Percy Bysshe Shelley

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

Autumn Clematis

Bridgehampton, NY/November 26, 2011

I stand in awe of the beauty and mystery that surround me.

These autumn clematis, well past the flowering stage, dancing on my terrace.

What I do not see now, while it surrounds me will go unseen. If I don't

record this and share it, it will go unsaid, unwritten, unappreciated. Vanish.

This is everywhere: life. The life of each seed, blossoming into each and

every flower, tree and blade of grass.