Form and Formless No.12 - with description including reference to art and beauty in general

The simplicity in form conceals a greater complexity upon longer viewing. Form and Formless No.12 in fir was conceived on the sketch page with the precise angles and proportions seen here in the final piece. The sensitivity and subtlety of the form always baffles the sculptor in its implications regarding the laws of nature, perception and existence. The conclusion is made, that art, form and nature contain a beauty and mystery infinitely revealing in depth, and we as humans can dip into this beauty as long and as far as desired without ever exhausting its possibilities.

To the sculptor, the piece constantly reminds of a "key to truth hanging on the wall", where the form and its absence are in eternal communication, forever engaged in an inextricable relationship of total wholeness, beyond the fragmented patterns of dualistic reality.

 

Form and Formless No.12 - 2024

 

The One and Only All

 

 

 

Opening up to the ground of spacelessness—

Peering into oneself—

The looker is the seen—

Separation dissolves

Leaving only the vast waters,

The one and only All

 

MS

 

Permeable Existence No.5 - 2023

 

Dropping Delicately - A Short Poem

Dropping

Delicately

Into the Sea

 

Opening

Boundlessly

The field of Love

 

MS 2023

Just Stands

 

The mist, thick and white,

Pressed down upon

Our lives below

In this morning scene

Of proud oppression—

It was quiet.

Many had yet

To make the crossing

From within to without;

To bring forth

That new energy,

To start the day

Afresh and alive—

How quickly the violent

Winds of the night

Are forgotten

As the dew-filled air

Sits heavy and present

All around us,

Impeding our innocent

Existence—

Gazing at the scene

In a sleepy trance,

The motionless pine

Is there—

Standing tall,

Firmly anchored

In the motherly soil,

Its nonchalance,

knightly, nay stoic

In its unmoving response

To the fiercely quiet attack—

In its noble stance,

The expressionless tree

Reminds of strength,

Of an enduring wisdom,

And confident knowing.

Untouched by anger,

Dread or time,

The great plant stands,

Neither inside nor out,

But just stands

In silent order,

Nurtured by the watery air,

Living this day

Equally to the last

With its roaring winds

Of empty threats,

Tormented thoughts,

And exhaustive power—

It stands,

Alive and fresh,

Always new

And full of vigour,

Swaying or still,

Wet or dry,

Purifying the air

And supplying life

For us to breath,

So we can move

With strength in our hearts

From all the trees

Surrounding our day

From morning to night,

And night to morn,

Overseeing our thoughts

And inspiring our acts—

Leaving the home,

We step into eternity,

The endless dome

Beyond the mist,

Engaged with the trees

In timeless union,

In renewed recollection

Of the harmonious whole,

And the permeating Soul,

So great in wonder,

And unmoving in motion.

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Mother Earth

 

Fragments

 

Fragments

 

Raking up the scattered fragments of neglected memories like soggy leaves left to freeze in the wet and cold coastal winter—

Melancholic events suspended by invisible strings dangling above a crib like a baby's mobile, hardly moving—

The numbness from incessant stories told and retold with slight variation over weeks, years and centuries; a reminder of our simple motives and carnal desires—

Dimly glowing through the deep fog, the torch of humanity, never ceasing to twist and dance in the endless evening of the past—

Towards the fire we look, like ancestral cave dwellers; without thought the mind is quiet, focused and awake. We thirst for simple peace amidst the threat of neighbours; no time for dread or waiting in vain, for now is the only now, the eternal now, the now of centuries before and of centuries to come. The love impregnates the dirty faces.

 

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Counting the Days

 

Counting the Days

The fierce wind

Like the wrath of the Anemoi

Tears through the place

In powerful surges

Disrupting the dirt and dust

And the stagnant memories

Of yesteryear—

The unknown forces

Acting within us,

Awakened by those without us,

Send us scurrying

Into our dark holes of hibernation

Where unbeknownst to us

We maintain and nourish

The agony and misery of humanity—

Yet, we may once again find that spark,

That candle light, dim yet vibrant

Which will guide us into the rays of sun,

Shining down on a land and ocean

Of boundless Life,

Illuminating a sky of vast potential

And ethereal inspiration

Moving the entire earth

To glow and dance,

To breathe and pulse

On the endless day

Of days we need not count.

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An anecdote and a poem

 

Parallel Forces No.6

An anecdote and a poem:

For some reason, all the people I interacted with in my community today seemed to be shining internally. Can you believe it? I didn't get a "nasty attitude" from anyone! I will mention one of them: the place I ordered curry for lunch. The rice was truly beautiful. There was an essence to it—the artful way it was made echoed centuries of cultural evolution. I know I cannot make rice like that at home, I just don't have that kind of cultural knowledge and memory in me. It's like the cook was not playing the role of the cook but had the beauty of the craft flowing through his being. After eating the palak paneer, I was invigorated. The freshness and quality of the ingredients are not the only factors at work here. Anyway, the vitality which I came in contact with today oxygenated my internal flame and inspired the following poem.

Anything and everything—

The pristine clarity of Love—

Moments are moving,

Time factors not—

The crystalline World

Asks not for a thing—

The silence prevails

Underneath the act.

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Nature No.1

 

The engagement of sight,

The silent wonders

That quiver before us—

The fluttering butterfly,

Its sails gaining purchase

On the weight of the atmosphere—

The slow moving slug

Its senses, like ours,

Engaged with the environment,

Its head turning with

Smooth trajectory

And compassionate order—

The fruit tree swelling

With such rapid growth,

Turning water into juice

And shining in the sunlight—

The bumble bee busy

In focused activity,

Unpausing to ponder,

To sit and stare

At the endless sky,

The distant moon,

The light of the stars,

And the ending of time.

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Thoughts on the World

  

Thoughts on the world:

The pure present within which all movement plays about is silent amidst the noise, peaceful amidst the chaos. The war-cry is insanity at its most powerful expression and is seen clearly as such only through the eyes of compassion. We hold hands in love and community, ever falling out of violence and into Sanity, Health and Prosperity. We must listen to the angry ones like we would to a hurt child and answer with love instead of hostile reaction. (Clear away wrong-doings of the past and start afresh everyday!) For this reaction is simply more of the same violence. And, this is the cause of perpetuation. This "non-reaction" is the important change in society. Society consists of individuals, so each of us must change and this is how the world is changed — not by trying to control "others" (or ourselves) and manipulate the internal or external system and our surroundings and interior — proper and liberated expression comes later because we don't know how to act properly until we have changed. Before changing (ourselves), our actions will be partial and reactive, causing more conflict. Action is an expression of the core self. If there is peace, love and wholeness at the core, there will be an outward expression and working of the same. So-called "society" is a reflection of our individual selves. 

 

Note: 

This change in ourselves will not occur if we attempt to control ourselves, because this is more violence, just directed inwardly. Real change and liberation can only occur when the fundamental way the psyche works is seen actually — not conceptually. This is the important point. We must see ourselves directly, not through the interpretation of comparative (dualistic) thought. Seeing this way is the action which ends in dissolutionary change; and therefore freedom, love and wholeness.

Transient Reflection No.1

 

Even fleeting moments

Never were

But transient reflections,

Appearing densities,

Only to fade just as easily

In timeless flux—

 

The moon-cast shadows

Of crooked pine

Dissapear as the shoji screen

Slides open

Revealing the dark night

And endless transformations.

 

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The Inclusive Nature of Events No.1

The Inclusive Nature of Events No.1

The wild cry of the child on the beach,
Muted into the atmosphere amidst
The multitude of voices—

The hot sun casting down
Upon umbrellas, bodies, sand,
And sending its glistening glare
off the wavy water in infinite directions—

The "day" is not,
But only this,
This measureless motion,
This endless sky,
This absorbing beauty.

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