Illuminating

Three hundred and sixty five days,
I have journeyed the depths of my earth,
tunneling down to and through subterranean landscapes
with their complex, interrelated structures,
hollowed ground holding up a deceptively robust strata.
Illuminating

Fifty two weeks,
I have touched the sun,
Icarus-like in flight,
my outer-skin wing relentlessly violated by violet red light.
Subtle scar tissue under a gossamer surface,
manifestly stark under intimate lamplight.
Illuminating

Twelve months,
I have heard the Valkyries roar,
a siren song for those wishing war,
I, tempted to join the chorus,
released a whispered counter-melody.
Subito disparendo, dolce, dolente. Pateticamente. Lunga Pausa.
My air doesn't flow for the gods' plainsong.
Illuminating

Four seasons,
Mars orbited my vision,
a kaleidoscope of fractal splitting and burning
brokenness at the red eye of the hurricane heart,
burning and cooling pieces enter my art,
the turbulence of beautifully poisoned atmosphere,
Marking verdant skin of she who loves with metals and scardust.
Illuminating

One year,
I have searched for heavenly spaces,
where rest is not bought, but found.
Herstory, the gently worn tapestry of cocooned solaces,
will no longer be hung, a fine execution of the heart, strung.
I will seek an ephemeral silk which won't fray,
but knots the sway hammock net that catches a new day.
Illuminating.

Imbroglio

Satin ties bind me
to the beauty that was
which I am not bound to
in any other way
but my own permissiveness
to stay and sleep
on a carriage
going elsewhere
familiarity and convenience
a comfort
the noise and hum
an alternative
to the silence which will come
if I leave.

I am bound by my own
resilient silence
and truth
for what I do is noble
a fearsome thing
to someone able to see
me, beyond.

Known and unknown define
my present situation
a future destination
governed by a silent defiance
the unwilllingness to part
with a benevolent tyrant
who permits my permissiveness
I'm tied to this beauty
and journeying
nowhere freely.

Keep me
I can't have more
Emancipate me
I deserve more?
Free me
I want more
Show me
Is there more?
Wait for me
When I desire more
I will be
For now,
the satin ties that bind
are lovely
for me.

Awakening

Languidly reclining in quiet repose.
Expectations of a new day rising with the sun.
Hope flows.
Thoughts journey over an every-day-scape.
Seeing the familiar with new dawn light.
Gratitude for the sight.

Interwoven

Interwoven are days of contentment
resting in the hands of deity
with restless hours affected
by self-purpose, self-interest.
Interwoven are thoughts
circumnavigating the banal of everyday
with the glimmering shimmer of
Creator revelation.
Interwoven with the bliss of spontaneous communion
is the proximity of separation.
Interwoven are the fibres of my days with eternity.

Some thoughts on openness

I was asked the question "How does one encourage open dialogue which is respectful and yet truthful?" by a friend recently.
Given the postmodern take on what "truth" might be, I might briefly replace the word "truth" with "integrity", and address the issue of openness.
Tentatively I think that openness results in vulnerability. My openness, or transparency, or ability to disclose the intergration of what I believe and act out, may bring about a public accountability. Accountability eventually invites dialogue, and for dialogue to continue, ideally it must be fostered by an other-person centredness, a willingness to disclose oneself to someone else's need to explore and get to know the beliefscape of "me". Add to this, a returned interest in the other person, with the a'priori assumption that each individual has valid experience and thought, and that the sharing of knowledge may bring about something greater than keeping individual ideas to oneself.
Given the commonality of human-ness, each person is then put on an even keel with the validity of experience and thought. We are all able to share with each other in our strengths, and help each other in our weaknesses. What needs to pushed aside is our condemnation in the 'validity' of a person's beliefscape, so that the revelation of 'personality' can occur without hindrance.

Illustration Friday: Free

My 3 second sketch... (which I'll probably elaborate on further... later...)

(what is true freedom?)

Illustration Friday: Night

It's what happens to me at night - I try to read and I fall asleep instead.