Echosis of shadow
Nature's light
partner to the creative roots
begetting shadows stretched forward
as respite and nurture
for blank-canvassed mirrors
Just as Growth sprouts new buds
striving to secure its truth
even as its tenure brief
its seasoned seed
stem
leaf
branch
stalk
reaches
upward
outward
reorganizing light's landscape
So too the artist's quest for abstract's truth
drinks in light's oft times harsh reality
knowing to nourish the layers beneath layers
time must be allowed to manifest its purpose
For in order to cultivate the fields of now
not knowing what tomorrow may bring
an artist's consciousness must drink to its roots
where heart and mind's osmosis awaits
Trust
Light of creation is patient
knowing the harvest
will echo forth its bountiful extensions of countenance
only when shadows are honored as shaded reflection
when wisdom undiscovered
is allowed to reveal its gentle epiphany
Finally
To age
to rest
beneath other shadows once more
as love's perpetual blossom
awaiting tomorrows embrace of
yesterdays seedlings
anticipating future's children
as creation's emergent
not yet born
Time
Such is infinity's
Echosis of shadow
Love and Light
Lily
This stanza captivated me . . .
"For in order to cultivate the fields of now not knowing what tomorrow may bring an artist's consciousness must drink to its roots where heart and mind's osmosis awaits"
Drinking to the roots of your consciousness where heart and mind's osmosis awaits is just mind-blowing, Odin. I believe that we can, indeed, drink to our roots, but only a few can actually claim to have reached down that far. There have been times, on certain pieces I have written, that after the writing was done, I've had a very physical "weakening," as though i was near fainting. It has only happened a few times, but I am of the opinion that I was nibbling around the beginning of my consciousness and the osmosis was beginning to seep into me. Until now I couldn't understand the feeling. I know I have never drank to my consciousness' roots, but I feel I have been in the vicinity.
Loved this one.
asa