Facets of a Diamond – Blog

I’m blessed by this house
in so many ways,
but perhaps most of all
by these trees so Alive.

To write tuneless
and yet
of your Mother of Love,
you must be
very sure of Her.

A chorus of leaves
singing as conducted.

Trees, too,
are danced
by Shiva.

Trees
are stoically
Buddhist.

Millions of leaves
all dancing
to Heaven’s Breath.

I’m sitting here on the floor where I do my painting. And it’s as if I can hear Them singing to me:

You live to heal. That’s why you exist.

Everyone exists to heal:
we are born to be altruistic.
But the trauma of our births
hinders us.

Look at this rose I’m holding. 
Do you see it as an Instance of God? 
No, you reply. 
So let me turn it around, just a little. 
Now do you see it as God? 
Yes! I do. 

The rose hasn’t changed, only your perception of it, as a result of my re-orienting it to you – of re-orienting you to it.

Everything,

The more I love the subject,
that is to say,
the more I feel loved by it,
the more will you feel loved
by my photo of it.