Archive for the 'perception' Category

405. How an animal moves

If you try to explain

How an animal moves

You’ll see

That it does not end

In the here and now.

It always goes

To endlessness.

404. Dodo

When you look up

To the sky

In a clear night

You can see

A dodo

Who is extinct

But is being represented

By rubies

In the sky.

In the same way

A simple piece of ground

Can be a throne

And a halo

That an angel

Cannot stop himself

From playing with

Can turn into

A motorcycle wheel

In our troubled times. 

403. Red

Red

That day
The body was made
Of dry twigs.

It walked across the
Blue mountain ridge.
But the ridge was not
In this world.
It belonged to a place
Where meteorites
Fall in the white sky.

The body took
Two clouds of dust
With it
And its heart beat
Red, red and red.

402. Drowning

Drowning

Like foam
Like sticky spider web
The character
Wraps itself around
His true nature
Afraid
that he will drown
Inside the endless sea
Of who he is.

401. Not even this

Not even this

Veils
In the shape
Of a cliff
Or like a sky rearranged
And lights
That shine
Between the silence
And what is
Not even this

400. A place you do not yet know

Soft clouds
Open up like wings
To wake up
The little houses
That are held
By the weave of the world.

It is time, they say,
To cross the bridge
Near the place
Where the sun ends the day
To a place
That you do not
Yet know.

399. Trickster

For a moment 
He appeared
Tricking all the world
Into being.
Then he left
Into the wind
As if
He never was.

398. There is no house

There is no house

The sky came
From all directions
With little lights
To celebrate
The structure that you made
Around your house
To keep and to repair it.

The structure moves,
It grows, it knows..

But look!
There is no house inside.
Just sky.

395. There is no house

The sky came
From all directions
With little lights
To celebrate
The structure that you made
Around your house
To keep and to repair it.

The structure moves,
It grows
It knows..

But look!
There is no house inside,
Just sky.

393. The filter

This time I won’t write a poem, but a description .

At first, when I drew, I thought that the lines represented the pain that I experienced, Relentless and continuous.
Then they looked like rain.
And in the end they started to look like trees without leaves, shivering in the cold.

Behind the lines there is a landscape.

The lines are like a filter that you have to pass, if you want to go beyond. You can get caught in the filter and you will suffer pain, rain, cold and longing for leaves.

But you can also pass gently, carefully, sensitively, through the spaces between the lines, and then you will find yourself in the place where it is beautiful.

This, in a way, is the essence of spiritual practice.

You can’t eliminate all the obstructions in your personal filter. Usually there are too many of them. But you can teach yourself how to pass in the spaces among them, to arrive at where there is beauty, love, playfulness and joy. The air from the landscape is already here.

And when your practice is through making art, you are already half way there.

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