“Communion with God”
Aspiration, communion with God, arises as Creativity from the Muse, the God within.
Aspiration, communion with God, arises as Creativity from the Muse, the God within.
Creativity – capitalized –
is always altruistic.
May I be
as a sunbeam
into your dark forest.
May you dance
in the glade.
If I can see
a Heaven in the subject,
then will you in its photo.
I write
for you to read
to be healed.
Well,
the woman did come
and the woman did go,
speaking not of Michelangelo
– but only of herself.
With apologies to Eliot.
A man is acting hatefully to most around him, especially to his son and his own father. Filial and paternal impiety. The sage when told remarks that the man has “lost the plot.”
What plot? The Universal Law: to do unto others as you want them to do unto you.
That plot he certainly has lost – but what plot has he gained?
The so-called flying white is not the black on the white, as elsewhere on the painting, but the black with the white. There they are one.
I think of them as a perfect marriage, their mutual love.
There I see not only my mother’s love for me, but my parents’ love for each other.
The flying white: Where the power of the black, the yang, of the initial stroke of the brush, is tempered by the gentleness, the yin, of the canvas.
As the male’s strong impetuousness, his aggression, is calmed by the female’s softness, her yielding. She smiles, he relaxes – and now they kiss, lovingly.
The exquisitely holy moment when
bow and string,
key and string,
breath and reed,
breath and brass
become one.
And we in response become one with the One.