"When in the soul of the serene disciple..."

"When in the soul of the serene disciple with no more fathers to imitate

poverty is a success, it is a small thing to say the roof is gone:

He has not even a house. Stars as well as friends, are angry with the noble ruin.

Saints depart in several directions.

Be still:

There is no longer need of any comment. it was a lucky wind That blew away his halo

with his cares, A lucky sea that drowned his reputation. Here you will find Neither a proverb nor a memorandum.  There are no ways, N o methods to admire where poverty is no achievement.

His god lives in his emptiness like an affliction. What choice remains? Well to be ordinary is not a choice: It is the usual freedom Of men without visions"

- Thomas Merton

Moon Shadow #3

Moon Shadow #3

"I dream my song and I sing my dream..."

 

I am inspired by the ways and wisdom of the indigenous tribes and people who have a deeply rooted connection with nature and feel whatever is done to her is done to ourselves... who are fighting to protect our lands and rivers and waterways..." Anyone who has received the many gifts that nature has to offer knows we as humans cannot live without her.

Yuman music is the music of Yumans, a group of Native American tribes from what is now Southern California and Baja California. They include Paipai, Havasupai, Yavapai, Walapai, Mohave, Quechan. Maricopa, Tipai-Ipai, Cocopa, and Kiliwa people.[1] Folk songs in Yuma culture are said to be given to a person while dreaming. Many individuals who are in emotional distress go to a secluded area for a few weeks, there to receive new songs.[2]

"Nature needs our tears..."

The poet W.H. Auden said, ..." A poet feels the impulse to create a work of art when the passive awe provoked by an event is transformed into a desire to express that awe in a rite of worship."

"We start with an awe inspiring event, what Kerr calls "the passive awe" of this experience is transformed by the artist. The rite of worship, in words is poetry, In movement , its dance, in color and line, it is painting.  In all these forms there is a rite of worship.

In order to face reality in whatever form it may be, we have to hold still. What kind of stillness is meant here will become clearer... " David Steindl Rast

"Silence is like fertile soil, which as it were, awaits our creative act, our seed." - Arvo Part

"I came in and found the the moonlight lying in the room...."

"Come Friend I have an old story to tell you -

Listen. Sit down beside me and listen.."      -  Anne Sexton, Excerpt from Wallflower

"After many strange thoughts, Thoughts of distant harbors, and new life, I came in and found the moonlight lying in the room. Outside it covers the trees like pure sound, The sound of tower bells, or of water moving under ice, the sound the deaf hear through the bones of their heads.

We know the road; as the moonlight Lifts everything, so in a night like this, the road goes on ahead, it is all clear."

Robert Bly, After Working

Moon Shadow #1

Moon Shadow #1

"I give thanks for arriving safely in a new dawn..."

Celebrating the release of my new album Light Breaks out now!

"I give thanks for arriving safely in a new dawn, For the gift of eyes to see the world, the gift of mind to feel at home in my life, The waves of possibility Breaking on the shore of dawn, The harvest of the past that awaits my hunger, And all the furtherings this new day will bring" -

- John O'Donohue

A New Dawn H.C.Love

"So I will build my altar in the fields..."

It may indeed be fantasy when I Essay to draw from all created things Deep heartfelt, inward joy

that closely clings; And trace in leaves and flowers that round me lie Lessons of love and piety.

So let it be; and if the wide world rings in mock of this belief, it brings Nor fear nor grief, nor vain

perplexity. So I will build my altar in the fields, and the blue sky my fretted dome shall be,

And the sweet fragrance that the wild flower yields Shall be the incense I will yield to Thee,

Thee only God! and thou shall not despise Even me, the priest of this poor sacrifice.

To Nature, Samuel Taylor Coleridge

 

In the Fields H.C.Love

"Sweet though in sadness. be thou spirit fierce..."

Make me thy lyre, ev'n as the forest is: What if my leaves are falling like its own!

The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep autumnal tone

Sweet though in sadness. be thou, Spirit fierce, My spirit! be thou me impetuous one!

Drive my dead thoughts over the universe, like withered leaves, to quicken a new birth;

And by the incantation of this verse, Scatter, as from an unextinguishe'd hearth Ashes and sparks, my words among mankind!

Be through my lips to unawaken'd earth The trumpet of a prophecy! O wind, If winter comes, can Spring be far behind?

excerpt from Ode to the West Wind, Shelley

B.M.

B.M.

"They are close and far away, beyond nine hills in a hidden refuge."

Dark things open my eyes, raise my hand, knot my fingers.

They are close and far away, beyond nine hills

in a hidden refuge.

Night is their kingdom, and this day, just breaking, is their cloak of light.

No force can cancel them, untangle them, explain them.

They stay where they are,

in our chests,

murmuring in our hearts.

Dark Things, Novica Tadic translated from Serbian by Charles Simic

 

"... You dwell in that safe place in our hearts, Where no storm or might or pain can reach you.

"Your love was like the dawn brightening over our lives Awakening beneath the dark A further adventure of colour. The sound of your voice Found for us a new music That brightened everything. Whatever you enfolded in your gaze Quickened in the joy of its being; You placed smiles like flowers On the altar of the heart. Your mind always sparkled With wonder at things..." Now you dwell inside the rhythm of breath, As close to us as we are to ourselves."

excerpt from An All Souls Day Poem by, John O' Donohue