Morning Poem

 

Morning Poem

 

As the warm glow gradually

Intensifies above the rocky hills

The soft light of a new day is upon us—

 

Yet, the hypnosis persists,

The incessant mistakes—

Digging own graves

Of unrooted misery

By turning away

From thirst quenching Truth—

 

A moment's rest

And infinity floods in—

The divine purity

Is always.

 

MS23

 

Opportunity No.2

 

Arch No.40 with description

 

Arch No.40

W 6.5"

Western Red Cedar, Stucco, Acrylic, Wax

2023

Although I am certainly inspired by geological and life forms, I do not usually sculpt specific ones. The subject matter for the pieces is found directly from the realm of geometry (often curvilinear). The themes are inspired by metaphysical inquiry where I find the most beautiful truth and ideas. Arch No.40 takes on the bifurcated form again, this time with a ceramic stucco exterior contrasted with a smooth waxed interior. The two "plates" approach one another forming a narrow canal between them. The theme of unity is again at work behind, surrounding at throughout the dyadic interplay of form.

 

Acting: a short poem, with an explanation of poetic approach

 

Acting

With strings to the past

Like a marionette

Tethered to a memorial beast.

Never ceasing,

The drooling monster

Continues pulling strings.

Limbs acquiescing

To the Mindless impulses

Of this cognitive machine.

The cool orange

Hint of daylight

Emerges upwards

Above the rolling hills

Through the narrow slit

In the blanket of clouds.

The day is beginning.

A new day

Where Act will flower

With every pulse

And every breath

Of pure life

And endless bliss.

MS22

*Just a note on my poetic approach for those who are interested:

There are different ways of using poetry. I use poetry as another means to convey a deeper metaphysical message. What do I mean when I say metaphysical? There is a division between philosophy based on the validation of theories and conclusions which are more concerned with winning the argument than at arriving at the one truth, and there is philosophy which is for the purpose of revelation and ascension. It is the latter with which I am interested. What drives my poems is an inspiration, a flame which works through the cognitive faculty to produce something which contains that flame. Without this, I don't write poetry. It is a prerequisite. I think this inspiration or flame is emerging from the heart field, associated with the heart shakra; and I consider metaphysics to be concerned with the conscious ordering of the "non-moving" activity Known from this field.

Craft and Gravity: a poem

 

Material curvature,

Molded by hands,

The heart flows

Through the fingers

Infusing the material

With pulsing life.

Take a seat,

Feel the armrest,

The bend, the give,

The chair receives

Your weight—

Gravity connects all

Physically and divinely,

The earthly, nay, cosmic reminder

Of renewable life

And constant flux.

MS22

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Arch No.33 (description with poem)

 

 

The 33rd of the Arch series takes the bifurcated form for the second time, but in yellow cedar (the first, Arch No.32, was in red cedar) which exhibits a subdued natural grain. The sculpture thus preserves its light cream colour, a very pure and calming hue which invites attention quietly. The incipient emergence of two forms from the single and whole form not only symbolizes the ultimate unity of the dyad, but also raises geometric questions of relationship and meaning therein. As, the sense of the form varies drastically depending on the angle of view (appears to have two distinct components from the front, yet its unity is clearly betrayed (visible) from the side views as the shallow concave system is revealed), the form thus encourages the viewer to explore and discover.

The continuous yet divided
Merges yet separates,
Envelops yet is contained,
Connects yet remains alone,
And acts yet acts not
For it exists simply
As an illusion.

MS22

 

Arch No.33 - 2022

 

Morning Trees

Morning Trees

The monochrome silhouettes

Of the trees stood still

Yet alive against the soft

Brightening dawn sky—

The crows alighting atop

Sent gentle pulses

Along the long, stiff

Branches,

The leaves shuttering

In acquiescence.

The horizon behind

Was a hazy peach hue

Fading up to a

Cool white luminescence—

As the dawning of the sun

Approached, the whole

Town brightened

With lively anticipation.

MS22

 

Duality No.3

Quiet Morning Questions

 

Quiet Morning Questions (inspired by the beauty of the rising red sun through the smoky horizon)

Reflecting back on the dualistic nature of our psyche, the simple character of our thought patterns, brings great clarity and serenity. Questioning the structure of thinking, agreeing or disagreeing, deciding, hoping, expecting, celebrating success or feeling the pain of failure, trying to stay motivated, and using reward or punishment tactics on oneself—are all the workings of the dualistic mind. What a drama. Yet we need not push this all away for there is beauty in it just as there is beauty in every single motion, compound (which we may call objects or creatures), idea, scene, and ultimately insight. Insights are the juice of truth. They emerge with purifying energy, instantly dissolving related confusion. Are insights dual? Or are insights of what the yogis call a single-pointed mind?

 

Arch No.1