Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Poetic Utterance

Spill forth your words upon the blank space
unravel your thoughts born of silence
transcend the conditioning of your life.

Seek the womb of imagination
for it is within that sacred place
the pulse of impulse drives our being.

The metronome of our heartbeat swinging
right to left to right keeping
our serenity in opposition to chaos.

Between this eternal flux lies our soul
disguised by our indifference while
we play the fool upon this human stage...

The seeker, the pilgrim, of dreams of change
forever unrelated to our core essence
we're led to distrust our very desires

We forfeit our gift from the mystery of life
for the unpalatable banquet set before us
leaving us with a hunger never fully satisfied

But the day may arrive in our search
when these material ghosts that haunt us
will vanish into the illusionary vapor of laughter

And we will finally come to understand
that life was made for the explorer in us
and in that exploration stillness will reveal truth




cecil
5/24/02

Pictures of the Week: Time-Twisted Results of a Root's Gtowth in B&W:

Gem-Like Tree Root in full color:

Great pome Cecil...I will have to chew on it a while, the imagery though is all in the womb...

Thx, KR, for the kind words and I hope your chew has been satisfactory.

gracias for the stream & the roots, Cecil!!!

saludos!,

Arcadia

muchisimas gracias, amiga mia!

roots are good... we would not be without roots in our lives, si?

A tumbleweed
all my life
the next of kin to a wayward wind


I am hoping to put down some hydroponic roots in Corpus Christi.
San Antone no longer my home, never thought I would be homeless again.

Excellent stream Cecil.
Inspiring.

JT: "San Antone no longer my home, never thought I would be homeless again."

What? May I ask what has brought on this change, amigo..? It seems very sudden, or was it well thought out?

Yes thought out, and thought in and I still did it. My oldest brother a psychiatrist told me I was crazy to do it. I knew he was right. But I did it anyway. These days I been feeling like Cinderella, so where the fuk is my fairy god mother.

I have been writing about it for a couple of months. I will pull some of it together for you and re-post it here. But it really does not have much to do with your stream so I may post it on my artlog instead. It is about my sister, her son, and a promise I made to our mother to look out for them. The things we do for love.




Sisters, the one in the exact center of the picture in the red dress middle of the middle row.