Category Archives: Inspiration

nurture and offerings for the process

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painting oils aging in the sun

painting oils aging in the sun

The Creation of the Inaudible
(by Pattiann Rogers)

Maybe no one can distinguish which voice
Is god’s voice sounding in a summer dusk
Because he calls with the same rising frequency,
The same rasp and rattling rustle the cicadas use
As they cling to the high leaves in the glowing
Dust of the oaks.

His exclamations might blend so precisely with the final
Cries of the swallows settling before dark
That no one will ever be able to say with certainty,
“That last long cry winging over the rooftop
Came from god.”

Breathy and low, the vibrations of his nightly
Incantations could easily be masked by the scarely
Audible hush of the lakeline dealing with the rocky shore,
And when a thousand dry sheaths of rushes and thistles
Stiffen and shiver in an autumn wind, anyone can imagine
How quickly and irretrievably his whisper might be lost.

Someone faraway must be saying right now:
The only unique sound of his being
Is the spoken postulation of his unheard presence.

For even if he found the perfect chant this morning
And even if he played the perfect strings to accompany it,
Still, no one could be expected to know,
Because the blind click beetle flipping in midair,
And the slider turtle easing through the black iris bog,
And two savannah pines shedding dawn in staccato pieces
Of falling sun are already engaged in performing
The very same arrangement themselves.

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Feb-2015-21

You bend over the fairest work of your creation and radiantly your own gaze is illumined in return.     —Edith Stein

Give your attention to the experience of seeing rather than to the object seen and you will find yourself everywhere.    –Rupert Spira

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sunset at Asilomar

sunset at Asilomar

Sunset in the ethereal waves:
I cannot tell if the day
is ending, or the world, or if
the secret of secrets is inside me again.
-Anna Akhmatova

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grinding malachite in oil

grinding malachite in oil

“The way of the artist is the way of perception, just as the way of the philosopher is the way of thought and the way of the devotee is love.

Cezanne said, ‘The day is coming when a single carrot, freshly observed, will set off a revolution.’

He meant that if we look at any thing, no matter how simple or commonplace, and truly go to the heart of that thing, which means to the heart of that experience, we will find something so extraordinary, something that will revolutionize the way we see our self, others and the world. This is the true revolution that makes all others revolutions pale.

An artist tries to make something that expresses and evokes this realisation, something that takes the viewer directly to this experiential understanding. A true work of art triggers this revolution.”

– Rupert Spira

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