Facets of a Diamond – Blog
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.
I love the flying
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 brassbecome one.
And we in response become one with the One.
Everyone’s actions
are always guided.
But all too often
we also are guided
to not like them.The belief that I have a Soul relates to the Highest chakra, to communion with God.
For it is from my Soul that I Aspire to God, as God has so Inspired my Soul to Aspire.
To Know my mother’s Soul (and thus my own), I need to see her as the Mother of Love.
And to so commune, Soul to Soul, with her as Her, as God the Goddess.
You can’t Aspire until you Know you have a Soul, for it is from the Soul that Aspiration arises.
And to Know your Soul, you must first Know your mother’s – often starting not directly with her but with a sunset, a painting, a
I believe Blake’s “first Vision of Light” that “Appear’d on the Sea” was, basically, his mother as The Mother.
Lafcadio Hearn writes of “the question which all the sages have had to face: Is the universe moral?”
“Whether moral or immoral the cosmic process,” there must be one conviction: “the certainty that man should pursue the highest moral ideal with all his power to the unknown end, even though the suns in their courses should
I exist
to heal.If this is not a mere grandiose delusion – as well it may be – then there are certain corollaries: