APPARITION

Sometime during the last 

snowstorm I thought I

saw a jackal 

 lurking through the 

 white  expanse

of the meadow; 

nothing more than a  glimpse

as he(?) passed 

through the  swirling  snow 

before  disappearing 

AROUND  the stones marking

the cenotaph. Ghostly apparitions

have  appeared  here before,

but this  ONE  had  a  chilling, 

foreboding  nature.

  

A sense of dread numbing defeat

arose, hasn't ceased, haunts me. 

I saw the tracks.

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