tears, Monotype of the Day #780

Day 48 of year 3

I am still struggling to like these recent works but perhaps they are too close to me and I will like them when I look back. Not that it matters really, one foot in front of the other moves me forward on this mysterious journey. I am currently editing photos for my book and doing a Lightroom intensive (photo editing program). I'm finding some difficulty switching my brain back to art after working. Life demands compromises, but creative flow needs constant tending and protection. This large hand in tonight's print has come up a few times recently. I think it is the fiery hand of The Artist (as I have often described it in my private writings) revealed to the artist. So much of my work is a depiction of this Artist/artist relationship, my search to find intimacy, a desire for understanding and, at the same time, a surrender to unknowing.

acceptance, Monotype of the Day #259

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Yesterday was a tough day, but I’m home! It’s going to take some time to recover but I’ll get there. Sometimes patience and acceptance are required to undergo a difficult passage....This is another one of my favorite poems. Decay and breaking of old structures are sometimes a necessary for new life.


Root Cellar
by Theodore Roethke


Nothing would sleep in that cellar, dank as a ditch,
Bulbs broke out of boxes hunting for chinks in the dark,
Shoots dangled and drooped,
Lolling obscenely from mildewed crates,
Hung down long yellow evil necks, like tropical snakes.
And what a congress of stinks!
Roots ripe as old bait,
Pulpy stems, rank, silo-rich,
Leaf-mold, manure, lime, piled against slippery planks.
Nothing would give up life:
Even the dirt kept breathing a small breath

the ocean of tears, Monotype of the Day #258

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The Heat of Midnight Tears
by Mirabai (English version by Robert Bly)

Listen, my friend, this road is the heart opening,
Kissing his feet, resistance broken, tears all night.

If we could reach the Lord through immersion in water,
I would have asked to be born a fish in this life.
If we could reach Him through nothing but berries and wild nuts,
Then surely the saints would have been monkeys when they came from the womb!
If we could reach him by munching lettuce and dry leaves,
Then the goats would surely go to the Holy One before us!

If the worship of stone statues could bring us all the way,
I would have adored a granite mountain years ago.

Mirabai says: The heat of midnight tears will bring you to God.

http://www.poetry-chaikhana.com/Poets/M/Mirabai/Heatof/index.html