Once I lived on the ancient plains
Many mornings the sun came up
Over the trees
For many lifetimes I walked
To reach the sun
Until the sun came up in me.
Healing and growth through intuitive art
Who cannot join the hard work?
Is it you?
We have to move this
Elaborate metal decorated practical thing
For some important reason
All the busy knowledgeable workmen
Have the appropriate keys, and you?
They have hot bodies and tired feet
The priestess gives them blessings
Go, go in that direction
What is it that they carry?
Are they slaves
Carrying something heavy
Like a big ceremonial plough?
Women and children are always there to look
And over everybody’s head
Is the decree
That you should work hard.
There is an eye
Everything grows around it
Real or unreal
We are always on the back of ancients
Good or bad
If you want to live forever
Do nothing
Settle in the eye.
Every time I sit down to draw and write it surprises me. I never know what will come out in the drawing and in the words.
I know that even if we do not want to live forever we do. But this is how the words came and I respected it. I know that it is not an eye that sees and knows everything. It is something that we cannot describe in words without making it into what it is not.
I know that it is impossible to describe things as real or unreal, and that there is no good or bad. Yet I wrote it as I did.
Don’t believe any word I say.
What seemed like an iron plate
On the road
Turned out to be an open space
Receding
What looked like a weary figure
Bent by hard work and headless
Turned to be a source
Of unknown energies
What seemed like the usual
Santa Fe desert landscape
Turned out to be
Mysterious shifting planes
What looked like the shadow of a businessman
Turned out to be endlessly deep
And the source
Of tremendous love.
I am just a memory
Of what it was
To be a person
I am the potential for more too
But I forgot
There is a big reason to frown
My memories think
As I am creating timespace
Every day
Far from infinity
I don’t even remember
That I can make all worries extinct
Or look like a fluffy cloud
Of rain long gone.