Monday, January 31, 2011
Sunday, January 30, 2011
Poeticisms
Haven't been guided by the written muse for a while, so here here!
Glastonbury
City of muses
Reaching deep deep
Into my Self
I see, I see
I face the witness
I witness the unturning
The unfolding
The greatness being born
The power that is
The power that calls
And what is being asked
Within the realms
Of what may be
Within the depths
Of what lies beyond
From darkness
Worn and tattered
Towards illumination
Into the great welcoming
The awesome
Dawn
We
I
You
All
Are welcomed
Are called
Are trusted
Glastonbury
City of muses
Reaching deep deep
Into my Self
I see, I see
I face the witness
I witness the unturning
The unfolding
The greatness being born
The power that is
The power that calls
And what is being asked
Within the realms
Of what may be
Within the depths
Of what lies beyond
From darkness
Worn and tattered
Towards illumination
Into the great welcoming
The awesome
Dawn
We
I
You
All
Are welcomed
Are called
Are trusted
Friday, January 28, 2011
3 words
So I've been playing around with turning my 3 words into one.
Turned-on, Immensity, and Beauty have become
"be-turn-ity" and "eau-turn-ity".
Be-turn-ity has two meanings:
1. The pollinator of time and space.
2. To be that which will be.
Eau-turn-ity:
The smell of forever.
That's all for now. I have some pollinating to do...
Turned-on, Immensity, and Beauty have become
"be-turn-ity" and "eau-turn-ity".
Be-turn-ity has two meanings:
1. The pollinator of time and space.
2. To be that which will be.
Eau-turn-ity:
The smell of forever.
That's all for now. I have some pollinating to do...
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
The Horizons of my Mind, Part II
I shot these from a moving car just after Intermedia began when I was looking keenly at the landscapes of my life... I intend them to all connect together like a continuous photo.
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