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| "Garden of Tao" |
There is a solitude of space
A solitude of sea
A solitude of death, but these
Society shall be
Compared with that profounder site
That polar privacy
A soul admitted to itself --
Finite infinity.
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| "Promise of Spring" |
As I continue to invite the centering of my energy
and spirit and soul that lies
at the foundation for
the upcoming art exhibits
that are on the calendar for 2013,
it is as if the universe is listening
to my inner thoughts, to my inner questions.
For these past couple of months,
I have floundered somewhat,
have felt lost.
It has been a time of withdrawal and reflection.
A time of questioning and searching.
A time of experiencing a sense of disconnection from people and activity.
And in this wintry space of time, the words of one of my favorite poets,
Emily Dickinson, have repeatedly risen up and tap-tapped upon my mind's door.
Tap-tapped upon the closet within which I have retreated.
How beautiful that again, this morning,
the poetry of Ms. Emily once more calmed my being...
her slant of phrasing was like a key, literally,
that fit into the self-imposed lock
that has kept me encased in a closet of selective solitude.
And so, it is with gratitude that I nod in thanks to Ms. Em's "solitude of space" that encapsulates the mood that the long winter months have brought. For it has been within this period of time that there has occurred a slight, a subtle (well, maybe not all that subtle) shift in spirit. It has been a period of going inward, of soul-hibernation. Indeed, it has been a time of "polar privacy" that has encouraged me to embrace the "finite infinity" that lies ahead.
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| "Translucent Dreams" |
