Monday, October 18, 2010

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White. Immense spaces. White, a rush of breath. Be swift, marry this breath. Remain in it. Make haste. Let it not abandon me. Let me not turn from it. Be swept up: my song.


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You have transformed my gaze into a sky of truths. A clear horizon where you can move in measured step. Where you shut yourself into serenity and calm reserve.


You who were so wild, are now pitiless and wise in your pronouncements. You, who roamed among the stars, now disappear in the uniform light of day. You put out your light to be like all the rest.



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  And, through you, I see the sun.
You do not hide it from me. Not that your body is purely, simply transparent. At least, not for me. But you do not block out the sun. You have not given up your shadow, nor the responsibility for it, to the whole.
















This...
The mysterious energy of... rediscovering a buried source. Hidden before the separation of the elements?  Before hatred?

Fragments from Luce Irigaray
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Whither must I wander Martha Wainwright version (click near heart)
                (from 1889 poem by Robert Louise Stevenson

Concept: Second body (from Plum Village)

I am. Imagining a time before hatred. Imagining...
it is in many faces, hands, hearts, now, even now. Even if transitory, glimpsed, known... what kinds of flowers grow there, what kinds of tenderness tendrils, fragrances? the seeds of It shine, multiply.  Deny history.

Peace to all 
    ,always

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12 comments:

grrl + dog said...

It needs to be read a couple of times..

to savour the images.

ArtPropelled said...

Yes, imagine a life before hatred...

I like this..."the mysterious energy of rediscovering a buried source."
...and this makes me so nostalgic....
"Fair the day shine as it shone on my childhood -
Fair shine the day on the house with open door;
Birds come and cry there and twitter in the chimney
But I go for ever and come again no more."

neva gagliano said...

oh! thanks for stopping by...it got me back to your beauteous site, all truth and loveliness, imaginings and glimpses.
thank you.

Disa said...

what lovely still pictures. puts me in that place too. thank you :)

Shayla said...

"a time before hatred", yes, I've imagined it too. There's something hopeful and not just bittersweet about that passage.

Roxana said...

the first photo is pure bliss. Grace. simply being. breath. light. words fall away.

layers said...

you have such a strong connection to the fragile and transient aspect of nature- the images and words need to be read and savored slowly.

LauraX said...

exquisite through and through... and I agree....I must gaze upon the images and read the words again and again so they seep in slowly like a gentle nourishing rain.

Blue Sky Dreaming said...

I have read and reread and I thank you for this place. These words brought clarity to a troubled morning.

rivergardenstudio said...

Yes, this is beautiful, I had to read it over and over again too. To rediscover that mysterious energy before hatred. To me wisdom is mysterious. You are such a wise friend. And your images, your world always move me. roxanne

LauraX said...

could you send me your email address? I have a question to ask you privately. Thanks.

lynne h said...

i have been here a couple of times, M, and still have no words...

except

thank you

xoxo