Curious Circularity

Encircle

around

about

before

go here and there

circularly

round the point

rather than to

end up facing the same direction 

having traveled a long way

the circuitous

a path

a way

after

closer perhaps to it

than the straight line

the journey longer

but viscous 

with the knowledge

that can only come

from the circular path

Holes

There are gaps

around the edges

a lace-work

of the centre

holes

throughout.

The light

sees itself

brighter

the sky

bluer

through the holes.

Mr Cohen is right

the holes are beautiful

it is how the light

gets in.

And the light

dawns on us

the light

shines on us

the light

moves us

to be as it is

And the light

bears us along

witness to its

illuminating

we need it to see

who we are

and to grow

as we do

The light points to truth

finds a way

sets a path

guides a walk

The light always overtakes the darkness.

Work has been on hold while I have been growing and nurturing a baby.

Eventually I'll have the time to create, to think and to make.

Now I wait and the little one grows and grows. 

Time and Beauty

The number of happy things:

3 naturally dyed silk dresses,

4 handknit silk cowls,

2 naturally dyed silk scarves,

2 naturally dyed cotton circle scarves,

2 handknit silk necklaces,

2 handknit bamboo necklaces,

2 handknit wool hats,
6 monoprint cards,
2 hematite necklaces.

Beauty reveals itself slowly,

As the non-essential flakes away,

Months in the making,

Years in the stitches.

Ready?

Meantime you can follow the visual thoughts of the Blue Triangle Society Elf here:

http://pinterest.com/thebluetriangle/

Sunshine

Sometimes light

shines right

through

making us transparent

like it is

and we shine

like it does

as if the 

explosion

at the beginning of

was still generating

its light

through us

Liminality

Where is the line (with you?)

The liminar has crossed

the threshold between

order and possibility

to find in the path

that pushes against

nothing

to find something

We are lost in the ether

between 

being and becoming

Where is the line (with you?)

Somewhere there is a line

Between light and dark,

Today and tomorrow,

Then and now,

This and That.

Where is the line (with you?)

From here it is gradations of greys,

Blushes of purple and peach,

A slight smile of sun left

Sliding sweetly away

Over the horizon.

Where is the line (with you?)

Shifting and inconsistent,

We sigh to distinguish

As if there were a category

To place all our memories,

To hold ether, (or).

Where is the line (with you?)