Dreary doldrums of gray
Drift through cold emptiness
Unaware and uncaring
Society scorns the dreamer
A lustful beauty adorns her walls
And always, light emerges
Frantic excitement
More and more
You are not supposed to
Unbridled pleasure
Vibrant and erotic
You are not supposed to
Searing, tearing pain
The dark to the light
I told you so
What a vivid contrast
To the lifeless gray
* photo by Lotus and Tim at the Gebert Gallery in Venice
** Dave, you Rock!
Encinitas, California
Near the towering golden lotus blossoms there is something quietly surreal as you walk through the meditation gardens
It is man and nature in harmony
Look deeper Odysseus
You have seen every move
And all end in tragedy
Go back
Undo your meticulous planning
And see the inverted path
There, you see now
Standing on the precipice
As she flies from your open arms
You, Odysseus, cannot fly
And cannot heal her
Others have caged her
And nearly killed her
You must shape the world
So that she may fly
Hold her with open palms
And let her mend her wings
Strong Odysseus, Shaper of worlds
Shape the world Odysseus
That she may fly
Give her a world to fly in
So that she may fly away
breaking down the doors of perception
the dizzying distractions and running thoughts
all melt effortlessly away
without the doubts and fears
you look out and see nothing the same
you see only the world as it is
simple awareness with no filters
endless appreciation for the
vast beauty in all things
it is calm, serene
with infinite potential
A little sushi, sake, and love
Oishi!
* photo by Lotus and Tim
Your back aches hunched over the sketchpad
Hands scribble furiously as
Lines slowly take shape
Outlines emerge in primordial form
Details are sparse and slowly the
Lines tighten in all perspectives
Frantically trying to capture the important
Just the right curve, the right pucker
The details can wait
Maybe a little slimmer, a little fatter
Beauty begins to shine as the artist
Injects a style all their own
And then
NEXT POSE
* Photo taken at Dr. Sketchy’s Anti-Art School
There’s a touch of romance in a dark dreary sky
We curl up in warmth, waiting for the rain to stop
Our bodies in need, we hibernate
We have little to distract us
From this majesty of nature
Far away places off the edge of reason
Never been here before
You dislodge all comforts
Is it real or imagined?
The difference hardly matters
We let go either way
In the bustling blur of coffee and work
Running hitherto from place to place
Life’s gentle reminder of beauty in everyday places
Was it random?
Or did an unknown artist seek tirelessly
To prepare the small aesthetic decor
That makes your dizzying life
A little more beautiful?
In the late of night I step outside
A brisk chill in the air
My eyes adjust to pitch black
Empty and unknown in the cold
The wind whispers as if teasing
Behind the darkness is mystery
And for but a second the whispering winds
Part the formless blurry clouds
A faint glow emerges from above
Surreal light from the moon-lit sky
For the briefest moments the darkness dimmed
And an endless sea glimmered in this enchanted night
The soft winds danced with the crashing waves
And as soon as it began, it ended
The light dimmed and the pitch black returned
A comforting and beautiful unknown