the Wonder, the Love, the Tears

 

To do the useful thing,

to say the courageous thing,

to contemplate the beautiful thing,

that is enough for one man’s life.

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August Redux 2014 – baptismos

baptismos 2

Liquid whispers

from behind the veil.

 

Invitations to dance

accepted.

 

Absorbed by

succulent wetness.

 

Sinking

into warm release.

 

Dissolved in wonder,

embraced by namelessness,

diving into light,

drowning

in the confluence

of moisture and flesh.

 

Sliding

Into

Rebirth.

 

Painting and Poem by clinock.

 

Shaman (renovation art 3)

shaman-3

shaman

Shape shifter,

Sometimes winged,

Sometimes four legged.

Woman, man, fish, amoeba,

Bone and card reader,

Weaver of dreams,

Midwife and mortician,

Magician and Fool.

 

Beyond right and wrong,

Always and forever

He is deeply here

At the pulsing center

Of my life,

And I dance his mystery

Into drumming kaleidoscopes

Of wonder.

 

Art and Poem by Clinock.

Sculpture: Shaman, by Clinock. H. 13″ x W. 5″ x D. 5″. Fired and stained clay.

Winter Muse

winter-muse

It has been a long winter.

Renovations have not come easily

but they have come and I’m sure

will continue to come

until I am bones in the beaks of crows.

 

My muse rings the changes too.

It’s a game we play, it’s called hide and seek.

There are blindfolds on both sides

and the snow has been deep

and renovations have been difficult.

 

But don’t hear me wrong,

there is always laughter, wonder and light,

the sparkle of space and love

as I sweep the corners clean

and imagine everything new again.

 

Art and poem by clinock

Painting: Winter Muse. 20 x 16”. Acrylic on canvas.

Hello everyone. The changes are obvious I think. I hope you have no problems with navigation. I am working on a separate ‘portfolio / gallery’ site just for my art. I will post the link when complete.

Renovations, actual, virtual or metaphorical are ongoing.

Baptismos.

entering

Whispers answered

from behind the veil.

Invitations to dance

accepted.

Absorbed in blue

succulent wetness,

entering

deep rooms of warm release.

 

Dissolved in wonder,

confirmed by touch,

embraced with namelessness,

diving into light,

drowning

in the confluence,

moisture and flesh,

sliding into rebirth.

 

Painting and Poem by clinock.