A Federico Fellini, director, quote: The Visionaries are the only true Realists.
We are giving ourselves to the great Waters of creativity, our collective voyage progressing.......
Heading out to pick up my lump of clay, to begin being lost within loam.... and burst forth with new form. Today, I become clay...
Black cedar drips through my mind,
the echo of you in a teaspoon of honey and again in the sweet breath of the night.
--
Lauren Harris
Morning dearest Piero,
how wonderful to start my day with poetry and thinking of you and the other amazing artists. Blessing on your day, sweet one.
Hi dear fellow artists, these are some of my lyrics, I've worked with previously that felt incomplete,
so here goes, a new song in the making!
Song of Mitti Attar: scents from my soul
My afterbirth lies under a golden apple tree
Where I will return one precious day
When I sing myself back to dirt
Composting by body
For the fruits of another's glow
My beloved, we are healing
My beloved, we are opening
God loves your tears
Golden Honey Pearls
Bathing our magnificence
In salty tender waters
My beloved, we are healing
My beloved, we are opening
Where we will return one precious day
When we sing ourselves back to dirt
Bathing our magnificence
In salty tender waters
~Ashana Sophia Morrow~


~ Day 7 ~
(10/13/10)
adjusting the images
arranging the song
encouraging the movement
preparing to present
considering playing with fire
submerging into the ocean
~ Day 8 ~
Louder today
Us is present
Despite the vulnerable neck
The spin cycle stays broken
Gorgeous freshness
Dreamtime calls
Chandra
Michael Ryes
Yes Yes Yes! Creative explosions sending waves across california from the middle of the pacific. colors and sounds and clay and form and movement splintering out like a crystal exploding from my artistic brothers and sisters! i love it. well done. give thanks. keep it coming.
ReplyDeleteFree-diving da Horizon...
ReplyDeleteKaupo Haiku 2 D Muse:
Wings Ablaze with Light
Kaupo Raining Sunset Breeze
Hurtles Egrets Home...
And home we R coming, as we wend-our-way through D "underbrush of form", emerging forth as a new-borne entity... Celestial Navigator...!!
Feed Haiku to da Hungry Muse...
ReplyDeleteHow many lifetimes
Of Impermanence will One
Lowly self cling to??
Solitary Pool
How deep does my metronome
Eternally drop??
One sip of coffee
Inspiration or Bowels
Which will Explode first?!?
Muted thunder-heads
Brilliantly glow with sunlight
Viewed through a rain plume
Swollen Gibbous moon
Swinging low through treetop
Celestial passage
Helplessly held grasping
Moon's vast gravitational
Revolution
Only revolution I can
Stomach, and barely able
At that
Raking up the leaves
Unceremoniously
Gently floating down
One single cricket
Forgetting mortality
Strokes dusks heavenward...