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Monthly Archives: April 2011
THE OPENING DREAM
While there is swing, and drift, the calligraphy of the black wing — like the curling path of the Raven, there in the morninglight, with the spatter of rain, the sun just glimmers through. I can only dream that today … Continue reading
THE TUNNEL
DARK, THEN LIGHT. AGAIN. I’m going from dark, to light — then back again. I’m walking into the dark time; then back to the light time. But any path, light, and dark — that is the Beauty way. You wind, … Continue reading
SPIRE, INSPIRED
Walking the desert, north of the Apache lands, Arizona Out in the scrabble, the high light of the desert highlands — the cactus plains, I thought about the ancient ways, the long walk. These journeys — seeing the Navajo, out … Continue reading
LOVE BUILDING | BUILDING LOVE
I’M STANDING; BUILDING. AND THINKING. I’m standing before a building — it’s uptown, off Central Park; it’s not a beautiful day, and I’m heading to a meeting. I’m late — in the striding fury of trying to put too many … Continue reading
THE SWIRLING PATH
WITH THE TRACERY OF FINGER STROKE I’m drawing on light, the smooth sheen of glass — pouring the blackest, aged India Ink, some decades old — a collection of bottles from the past. And that spreads a pool of raven … Continue reading
THE LIGHT BEHIND THE EYES
SEEING YOU, MOONLIT I think of you, with the light behind your eyes, the luminous gaze of meaning — that which lies beneath, that which comes from within. I think of you, the being that you are, builder and maker … Continue reading
FREE
I contemplate the idea of free. I’d written a piece on that — working with Chris Anderson (Wired), the notion of free as an enticement to relationship development. I designed the cover to that issue: Free! Be free and show … Continue reading
The Tower of Babel
approaching the corridors of power, the mysteries of the quest… Sent from my GirviPhone
ACTION
SOMETIMES, THE DRIVE FORTH OVERWHELMS THE SEEING. Over the last couple of weeks, the idea of doing anything but working has been far from my mind. People have commented — “where is he?” Just working. Acting. Hard, round the proverbial … Continue reading