Thursday, May 29, 2008

o range

colour has a way
of describing an element
without making a sound

as far as divisions go
balances are only relative
to the family nearby

somewhere between the layers
information crosses an indistinct line
garbles the message

compartmentalized and shined up
to look good in presentation
the truth never knows interpretation

Truth comes not from the opinion of you or I, unowned it is a source of power.

Wednesday, May 28, 2008

seeing through symbols

As if there weren't enough flowers yesterday, there was however, no orange.

Like paint.

Lilacs, finally one that I like of this complicated bloom.

Waiting to open, almost too cliche to believe, a bleeding heart.

I saw it coming, the bee, and waited it out, knowing it'd find this large purple entity too hard to resist.

There is something a little peculiar afoot here, though I'm not quite sure what.

intellect expressed through perception
mental landscape peopled by shadows
yet they are only holes

By combining what you recognize as intellectual archetypes and symbols with action beyond ego, awake.

Tuesday, May 27, 2008

enjoying flowers 2

A variety of beautiful colours, flowers represent!

A wood-lined water pipe, kind of a rarity nowadays.

as the solidity of image
impresses a struggle on mind
like thought is overcome

suddenly the water said look
let me show you how to spin a tale
you fill in the words

selfless energy rise
like resurrection
lets everything go

Letting go of self-motivated pursuits becomes a vehicle to encourage benefit toward others.

Sunday, May 25, 2008

under the rose

This is kind of a tribute to the Da Vinci Code, my holy grail if you will, there are a few symbols here that relate to the story as well the dimensions of the frame correspond to the Fibonacci sequence at a ratio of 1:1.618.

eye within rock
defends spring influx
separates the flow

sudden like soft breeze
warrior face shield lands
upon extended knee

headless yet open
to universal flow of ions
accepting all

As if everyone has one basic quality of purity, find and share.

Saturday, May 24, 2008

bear aware

I have never seen a sign like this before, rather ominous, it's like, remember who was here first.

Cottonwood Lake where it becomes the creek.

like the face the green makes
when perception takes on
a third perspective

grace as goodness
is not a two-sided view
it is the place

Between the sky and dirt we stand as unconditionally pure as sunlight is not for or against, good or bad.

Thursday, May 22, 2008

enjoying flowers

A great day for light as colour expressed through flower comes through, enjoy!

as if encased in steel
the essence of memory reminds
bob says hi

surrounded by objects
one chair has a way
of standing out from the rest

toad mountain finds a way
to balance what it has to say about home
with the sound of nothing

array of shapes perfectly placed
to express the effect on empty
one word can make

as expression of complex brilliance
shadow never touches the source
yet embodies the tree itself

You can't possess something that, in effect, you already are.

Wednesday, May 21, 2008

is colour

captured by the lure
of colours
sharing space

the tulip is endless
in variety of visual
experience presented

there is a power in the roar of creek voice
enthused by spring to the point of obsession to go beyond limits
fueled only by the lure of gravity and the whim of the weather

it may be somewhat cliche
being drawn to a flower
with bee here now

Let go of personal distaste for self and echo yourself with the sound of your own flow, smile when no one is listening.

Tuesday, May 20, 2008

even dirt is clean

Have you ever taken a step before the door you are going through is fully open. I have!

After a few days of warmth the creeks are in full flow now.

A few weeks ago, merely a trickle.

I took a similar photo last year, the garden in front of City Hall, I just love the carpet effect.

what colour is the rain
ever empty until
encountering perception

isolated from its element
imagination takes input
and mixes it with awareness

tainted by conflicts of emotion
the pure ground remains
fundamentally clean

Behind every physical and mental smear is purity only waiting to be recognized.