Refine and Expand

A man should hear a little music, read a little poetry, and see a fine picture
every day of his life. --Goethe

Rather:

Every day I hear the music and poetry and secrets whispered by all creation, because it is by listening that I recognize the subtle color, finer detail and broader picture of this life. The Sound emanates from every atom in the universe. And between atoms there is nothing but The Sound, because all matter is but a crystallization of It.

When you hear It, you know.

--Ardi       .

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Rain Sleep

I like to awaken in the night to possibilities of new consciousness.

.
rain sleep
dreams deeper
keeping peace till morning
comes a little later to say
this day blesses me
in summer reprieve
and relax
.

Still raining, and I'm loving it.

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Fish Answers

Life has its ups and downs.  We strive for the best.

But there is always turmoil in the world. Strife. Upheaval. Threats to survival. 

Could be economic. Weather. Geological. Political. Relationships.

Always disruptive. But sometimes -- after the storm...

Reprieve. Or new beginning.

A place of peace.

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Alone

in darkness

quiet . peace . a dream

then

almost imperceptible

a whisper . or . distant wind

approaching . quickening

rushes in upon me

a flood envelops my room

my life

inundates my being

wrecking the reality 

of this moment

this world.

.

I am 

completely overtaken

by the undoing

the flood . the rush 

o sound

.

Retreat or succumb

run in panic

or swim in death

Peace.

Lifted outside myself.

Who am I?

Where?

.

I am this Sound!

This flood.

Tsunami.

The ocean moved in

and I moved within it

Is this death?

Or life?

.

Fish says,

What you call your death 

is my breath.

I say, 

I'll have to grow gills 

to make this mine.

But my new buoyancy 

prevents such utterance.

Just the Sound.

The Word.

The roar.

.

I am one with the fish.

The Ocean.

The Current of New Light.

Of Sound.

I see. I hear.

I ask you,

Is this real?

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Fish answers.

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I listen.

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Art and Primary Function

Thought not guided by mind.

Art. Poetry.

Spiritual function. Form. Expansion.

Interpretation of the non-material through the material.

Translation of truth.

Shifting consciousness.

Transcendence

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This Love

The form

A woman I love

Have always loved

Even before I knew her

And still don’t know her

Eyes glance recalling

The secrets of my past

Journey in the valley

Of the stone bridge

Almost hidden

By her smile

Almost

Soft

Her hand

Gentle Supple

Just to touch her sleeve

Or mine hers

A thread

Hair brush

So fine

Many In array

At the cedar easel

Just through the window

Mona Lisa

Da Vinci

Her love

His

And mine

© 2011 Ardi Keim (6/4)

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