ART

Another brilliant morning. It’s difficult to talk about paining; the How To’s always come out of the artist or would-be artists’ personal passion preferences. There are so many styles and schools of art! I love all styles. Abstract expressionism - at its highest level is stunning and visceral. There is the expressionistic viewpoint, shimmering in broken color contrast. There are the great illustrators, Frazetta, Boris, Chuck Ren, Norman Rockwell. John Singer Sargent was a monster of flowing realistic expression.

I, myself…well…precision craftsmanship set against or set within iridescent color schemes has driven me…Strong draftsmanship was as essential to me as air itself. And then mystical interpretation of form was my desired result. I started copying Michaelangelo one of the most powerful draftsmen of the human machine. For him, the divine spirit was writhing in the muscle and bone architecture of the human body, seeking to express the inexpressible in gestures of power and grace. Drawing to me was always the sole signatures of the great artists.

Fear nothing but the failure to experience your true nature – The Three Pillars of Zen

Night Flower

The night gave me a gift,

the understanding of peace

that the meditative flower knows.

No thought is its face,

its petals quietly folded in it’s lap.

It gently stirs in the expectancy

of being touched by dawn.

Its mind

is the ear

that listens to the ethereal whispers.

Its pale blue petals,

iridescent,

are its talents and desires

matured by discipline,

displayed in faith,

stemmed and deep rooted

in an everlasting love whose fragrance issues

forth within the circumference of my soul.

Fear nothing but the failure to experience your true nature - and then cease to fear that!

Fear nothing but the failure to experience your true nature – The Three Pillars of Zen

Daily Meditation

Before one realizes his or her pure identity one searches for teachers, saviors, or holy men. But the holy one sits unfettered in the quiet relaxed vast mind of everyone and everything. The only task is to become the quality of stillness of your true, radiant self. In the stillness, awareness finds itself at the last frontier of camouflage reality. Symbols then drop away. Face to face with one’s own eternal magnificence is the absolute value of your true identity. Actually, everything is love.

THE SILENT SONG

The world is steeped in quiet thought.

A silent song.

Its total presence is streaming and interchangeable.

Flowing from one distinction into another.

Yet nothing is destroyed, nothing overlaps.

This vast mind, teaching and learning as it goes, is my mind. My true mind.

The innocence of the moment is beyond life and death.

This great simplicity includes all time within it.

To be grasped by this eternal livingness is the true joy of our lives!

Fear nothing but the failure to experience your true nature - The Three Pillars of Zen