Sunflower Story- Flower Series

Light-nectar  bee  

in gold fire

- rhythm universe

celebrating summer

flowers foliage bathe

in amber fields  

sunlit leaves weave

of honey-light ...

dancing

 in this mystery of yellow 

waiting for you.

Happy Birthday, Diana!

INVATA

Invata de la ape sa ai statornic drum,

Invata de la flacari ca toate-s numai fum,

Invata de la umbra sa taci si sa veghezi,

Invata de la stanca cum neclintit sa sezi,

Invata de la soare cum trebuie s-apui,

Invata de la piatra cat trebuie sa spui,

Invata de la vantul ce-adie pe poteci

Cum trebuie prin viata de neclintit sa treci.

Invata de la vierme ca nimeni nu-i uitat,

Invata de la nufar sa fii mereu curat,

Invata de la flacari ce-avem de ars in noi,

Invata de la ape sa nu dai inapoi,

Invata de la umbra sa fii smerit ca ea,

Invata de la stanca sa-nfrunti furtuna grea,

Invata de la soare ca vremea sa-ti cunosti

Invata de la stele ca-n cer sunt multe osti.

Invata de la greier, cand singur esti, sa canti,

Invata de la luna sa nu te inspaimanti,

Invata de la floare sa fii curat ca ea,

Invata de la oaie sa ai blandetea sa,

Priveste sus la vulturi cand umeri-ti sunt grei

Si du-te la furnica sa vezi povara ei,

Invata de la pasari sa fii mai mult in zbor,

Invata de la toate, ca totu-i trecator.

Ia seama, fiu al jertfei, prin lumea-n care treci

Sa-nveti din tot ce piere, cum sa traiesti in veci.

din lirica norvegiana

4th of July - Independence Day

.........
We're all living in America,
Amerika, Amerika.
When I'm dancing,
I want to lead,
even if you all are spinning alone,
let's exercise a little control.
I'll show you how it's done right.
We form a nice round (circle),
freedom is playing on all the fiddles,
music is coming out of the White House,
and near Paris stands Mickey Mouse.

We're all living in America...
......
I know steps that are very useful,
and I'll protect you from missteps,
and anyone who doesn't want
to dance in the end,
just doesn't know that he has to dance!
We form a nice round (circle)
I'll show you the right direction,
to Africa goes Santa Claus,
and near Paris stands Mickey Mouse.
.......

We're all living in America,
Coca-Cola, sometimes WAR,
We're all living in America,
Amerika, Amerika.
.......

This is not a love song,
this is not a love song.

Horse Drawing - Horse Series

canvas, pastel,

When I bestride him,

I soar,

I am a hawk:

he trots the air;

the earth sings when he touches it;

the basest horn of his hoof

is more musical

than the pipe of Hermes.

~William Shakespeare, Henry V

Horse Poetry Poster

If you forget me- Pablo Neruda

I want you

to know

one thing.

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You know

how this is:

if I look at the crystal moon,

at the red branch

of the slow autumn at my window,

if I touch

near the fire

the impalpable ash

or the wrinkled body of the log,

everything carries me to you,

as if everything that exists,

aromas, light, metals,

were little boats that sail

toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

Well,

now,

if little by little you stop loving me

I shall

stop loving you

little by little.

If suddenly you forget me do not look for me,

for I shall already

have forgotten you.

If you think it long and mad,

the wind of banners that passes through my life,

and you decide to leave me

at the shore of the heart where I have roots,

remember that on that day,

at that hour,

I shall lift my arms

and

my roots will set off to seek another land.

But if each day,

each hour,

you feel that you are destined for me

with implacable sweetness,

if each day a flower

climbs up to your lips to seek me,

ah my love,

ah my own,

in me all that fire is repeated,

in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,

my love feeds on your love,

beloved,

and as long as you live it

will be in your arms

without leaving mine.

Pablo Neruda

My Horse - Haiku

Big hearted being
Beckons me with boundless soul
Stay.

Let’s be as one.

Red Point

just enough of red
to make the gray city seem
not so black and white

credit Damian Weber

Night and Fog

Night

does not fall

nor does it come

Night slowly

breaks within me

Because I am a lake

ever faceless

and I am mud

in the dreams of secret

stars

So night

no longer falls

nor does it come

night takes leave

like a good

guest

credit Nikos Violaris

Loneliness - Winter Again

Dirty snow and grey skies,

bare-limbed trees and drizzling rain...

but the spring birds sing
credit: Charles de Lint

Sun Power Haiku

Wake, and bless the sun

Source of light,

energy,

hope

There is much to worship...

Breaking through...

a single ray of sunshine,

warmth on my face

a temple’s eternal light

eternal blessings...

no one can stop me shine

Lotus Haiku

Like rain drops

on lotus leaves...

Friendships are

So fragile,

even whispers

Disintegrate them.

2010 -YEAR of the TIGER- haiku

2010 -YEAR of the TIGER

frozen lake in my heart

on its mirror

the reflection

of a tiger

all white

The door between...

Definitia usilor inchise:

E o rana in scandura usii unde-am batut si n-a raspuns nimeni.

Deschideti usa cu grija, sa nu loviti rana cu cheia.

Octavian Paler – Definitii

Shinto

“În fiecare scorbură era aşezat un zeu.

Dacă se crapă o piatră, repede era adus
şi pus acolo un zeu.

Era de ajuns să se rupă un pod,
ca să se aşeze în locul gol un zeu,

ori, pe şosele, s-apară în asfalt o groapă,
ca să se aşeze în ea un zeu....”

Nichita Stănescu

Ice haiku

Winter's butterflies

playful diamond ice

crystals dissolve
on my tongue

Margaret Lot of Highlands Ranch

winter feelings

Frost this morning and
a cold wind, scatters leaves like
broken promises

zen

pencils, black paper

"After a storm at sea

the sailor heads for home and quiet harbor.

Tossed by indecision

we must return our unsettled mind to the center:

Tao is within us all.

With many voices it has but one beautiful song;

many aspects but only one essence.

Though we are not bound,

we are always connected."

~ Loy Ching-Yuen, from The Book Of The Heart: Embracing The Tao

The literal translation of Tao is “way” or “path.”

It is associated with a life of simplicity, quietude and harmony, both in relation to the natural world, as well as in our interactions with social/political institutions.

Being a man or woman “of the Tao” means being attuned to cycles of change; being consciously aware of our place within the web of Life; and acting in the world according to the principles of wu-wei – naturalness, ease and spontaneity.
In terms of Taoist Cosmology, Tao is the realm that is the source of “the 10,000 things,” i.e. all of manifestation, though itself is transcendent of any particular “thing.”

To have experiential access to the Tao, in a stable and continuous way - a feat achieved in large part through the practice of Inner Alchemy - is to be an Immortal, a Buddha, an Awakened One.
What “Tao” points to is similar to what “Buddha” or “Buddha-nature,” or “Dharmakaya,” or “Primordial Wisdom” points to in Buddhism;

what “God” points to in (contemplative forms of) Christianity;

what “Self” or “Pure Consciousness” points to in Advaita Vedanta;

what “Brahman” points to in Hinduism;

what “Allah” points to in Islam and Sufism.

Wei Wu Wei. All Else Is Bondage. Hong Kong: Hong Kong University Press, 2004.

About.com Guide to Taoism

angkor wat/ drawings

A vision last night before sleep: Leaves and leaves and leaves, leaves curling like shadows, awareness floating through, dream-like in chiaroscuro, golden-brown, parting darkness; emerging, but still into jungle, like roots over stones/crumbled buildings. Where am I? Angkor? I see jungle, no buildings. Still moving, I can't get beyond. I stand at an edge of giant formations, twisted, obscured by my vision. Dim light glows from the horizon. It might even be dawn but, though faint, the light's too bright for dawn in the north. Does tropical dawn come up brilliant? Is it candlelight? A billion flickering candles rimming earth's edge. I open my eyes again. You are not here, you are nowhere...I am awake, without fear. I feel I could have visions often, if I wanted, if I waited quietly for them. I question its meaning. Was it a prophecy, a remembrance, another life -- or just the meaninglessbeauty of living?

ink / pencils / ball pen / canvas

angkor wat/ drawings

"O Devayani,
classical art is
unnatural,
unentertaining,
non-instructional,
burdensome,
irreligious,
lifeless,
soundless,
airless,
smell-less,
motionless,
undramatic,
unpoetic,
austere,
square,
moral,
disciplined,
traditional/formal,
colorless,
dark,
noble,
hieratic,
symmetrical
repetitious,
invisible,
complete,
rational,
conscious
clear."

So said Ad Reinhardt while living in New York City and writing
about Khmer Sculpture in 196l in a booklet published by Asia House.

Therefore, obviously, classical art is needlepoint, stitching one hole at a time,
endlessly,
soundlessly,
effortlessly, mathematically, meditationally, with purity of heart, prior to the
jungle's re-invasion.

ink / pencils / ball pen / canvas