Poem – Fields (continued as the lantern grows brighter)

Shining brilliantly through
grey fog hugging the soaked ground

the light I cannot see is there
in my mind, there in my eyes.

Fading snow cover reveals the field
I have been searching for

the field anchored by one lantern
surrounded by ten-thousand trees.

“Pick up the lantern and in the light
turn yourself around, inside out.

The true brilliance of the light
shows who you are, who you can be.”

Those words fill my mind as I walk
around the lantern from a distance.

Sporadic snowflakes fall as I make slow
passes in circles, ellipitcals

as I pass closer and further
a game played out for years.

I do not know what I fear
I do not know what I fear.

The sky opens and the snow thickens
as the lantern glows brighter

a halo becomes the only beacon
in the darkened sky.

Poem – Fields

Shining brilliantly through
grey fog hugging the soaked ground

the light I cannot see is there
in my mind, there in my eyes.

Fading snow cover reveals the field
I have been searching for

the field anchored by one lantern
surrounded by ten-thousand trees.

Pick up the lantern and in the light
turn yourself around, inside out.

The true brilliance of the light
shows who you are, who you can be.

Fields

Fields

Poem – Shelter

Tall guardians of sticks and leaves.
The winter sky weighs heavy on the canopy.

Rain appears from nowhere and everywhere
the ground becomes the horizon.

The faster I run up and down hills
in circles and through fields of grass

I am still myself and I still exist
in this form but where this is

becomes placeless and free of
attachments and what I am left

with is what I need to overcome.
They are here and watch over

as I lay upon the wet earth
with eyes closed I exhale

the poison and inhale the fog.

Shelter

Shelter

If Jackson Pollock was a photographer, #4

I imagine one of his photos would look like this:

Jackson Pollock Photography

Jackson Pollock Photography

Poem – To Zen Master Ryokan

The great fool’s voice echos
through empty hallways

and into the grand chamber
where the king sits in disobedience

listening with half a heart
while the other disappears into darkness.

Poem – Mountain King

Mountain shadows swallow the valley.

A single path cuts through dense and overgrown vegetation beneath the ancient forest and persistent shining moon.

Millions of years have passed unnoticed to the solitary figure walking alone down this path.

He has not rested, has has not slept.

He has met no other being.

He is the mountain king.

Poem – Searching for Joline

At last we have arrived
at the transition.

An outpost where the river
falls into the sea.

Here we will setup camp
and wait for her to arrive.

I did not sleep well that evening
the voice of the stars and the silence of the sea

wrestled through the smoke
and through the flames the moon smiled.

What does this mean?
Is she near?

We travelled 40 days to
find this space and now we wait.

The book only spoke in hushed tones
only alluded to her in veiled visions.

At last I fell asleep and this dream
passed through time and quasars

violent shaking and collapsing
as the space closed around me.

I awoke on a mountain peak
overlooking a valley but

no longer near the outpost
as the sea falls into the river

the moon consumes the stars
and she reaches down from the sun.

Poem – The Sea – Part 1

Part one of “The Sea”. Part two should be up in a couple of days.


Across the sea of glass
an island of trees bending
heads bowed the sun does
not live here has not in years.

One tree is black not the
green you would expect
and it moves with the wind
and occasionally barks.

Cautious steps I begin
walking toward the island
an unknown distance but
I have long forgotten

about time and I have no
feeling or concept of where this is.

 

Poetry from Ricci Milan

Ricci Milan, a frequent contributor to Stone Path Review, and founder of Rhythmic Circus, shared these timely words with me.


(1)

Broken hearts,
With a broken history.

When we ignore the depth
Of our injuries,
Free,
Nobody gets to be.

Hope still lives in me.
We can break this cycle,
We can unfold this mystery.

A Happy Friday!
United by healing.
And the love we all wish to see.

(2) CONFETTI!

I want to write a poem that turns exciting words into confetti! Flying through the air, getting stuck in my hair, making these current complaints seem petty…
A recipe for the potion found in the fountain of youth!
A story with more presence than the reindeer on the roof!

All these high hopes mix with ghosts in the photo library of my tablet… I know this poem is out there, but until I see it, I can’t have it…..

A quest addict in a magic attic makes discovery a habit!

Grab It!

New Music

There is much great music out there and it is a full-time job keeping up and my ears need a break.  Here are the recent releases I have picked up along with a rating of 1 to 5.  A lot of these releases I purchased from a sweet reseller and independent label FiXT – http://www.fixtonline.com and http://www.fixtstore.com

  • Celldweller: End of An Empire (Chapter 02: Love) (*5*)
  • deadmau5: 5 Years of mau5 (*5*)
  • deadmau5: Vexillology (*4*)
  • Geomatic: Control Agents (*3*)
  • Geomatic: Blue Beam (*5*)
  • Geomatic: 64 Light Years Away (*5*)
  • Geomatic & Lagowski: Cosmochemistry (*4*)
  • The Crystal Method: Divided By Night (*2*)
  • SeemlessR: The R is Silent (*5*)
  • SeemlessR: Momentum EP (*5*)
  • Kiasmos: Kiasmos (*5*)
    • Features Olafur Arnalds and Nils Frahm
  • Gorgon City: Sirens (*2*)
  • Excision: Shambhala 2014 Mix (*5*)
  • Excision: X Rated (*5*)
  • Excision: X Rated (The Remixes) (*5*)
  • Gui Boratto: Abaporu (*5*)
  • Josh Money: Odderhead (*4*)

Book – Updated Introduction and Scope

A single tree in the middle of an otherwise empty field.

A creek covered with brush and fallen trees.

A winter evening lit by distant stars.

A death within your soul.

The raven’s wing near your skin.

A life lived within borders and confines, is still a life. But is that life near high levels of potential or considered a complete life? And who decides this anyway?

Beneath the layers of anxiety, guilt, trauma, confusion, indecision, loss, a perfect being sits silently holding up the weight of time and in turn, experiences. In the raw form, this being is free of sin, free of bonds, free of oppression – is innocent. This being smiles with compassion, reaches a hand to a neighbor, walks with light feet upon the earth.

How do we unearth what we can be, what we truly are? By choosing to cross the border through the kingdoms of our own and other’s creation.

What is the border kingdom?

The border kingdom is any separation or boundary between two different realms. It is a transition from one space or plane to another. It is physical, spiritual, mental, conscious and unconscious. A being will arrive at a point in their life when they are ready or not ready to transition. It is a decision made to leave one space and move to another. Once across the border, there is no going back. The present becomes the past and the future becomes the present.

When the border is nearing, what and how do we prepare ourselves?

This continuous cycle is augmented by these stays in the kingdoms denoting the border that we cross – crossing the border grants wisdom, experience, life, and after death.

In death the body succumbs to the river’s flow to be dispersed at sea. Each fragment is consumed and scattered, the image of the person is recreated when the being/essence finds a new body and reemerges on the other side of the border.

To cross the border is to accept who you are now, in this present form, and choose to grow, leaving behind the previous. It is not an easy choice, and fear will always be present, but you cannot grow or cross until the fear is conquered and extricated from the being,

How do we embrace fear, become aware of ourselves, and move beyond this space, beyond the border kingdom?

Stone Path Review Update

The following newsletter was sent out today regarding Stone Path Review, our artistic journal and our publishing company, Enso Press, LLC.


As we close out 2014 having completed our 3rd year with 12 issues, we have been looking back and of course looking forward. After hard and honest thinking about Stone Path Review specifically and in general the Enso Press, LLC business, we have decided to not publish the quarterly journal in 2015. The time and dedication it requires and deserves to craft a quarterly journal is becoming a bit much, and we would like to step back and refocus our creativity.

The Stone Path Review website will remain and be active as new artwork will be posted there from time to time. We will still conduct interviews that are important and timely, but the quarterly journal will be on-hold.

For Enso Press, LLC, the other projects will keep moving forward as more time will be dedicated to them. This includes film production (Around Here) and collections of poetry (Beyond the Border Kingdom, Students Guide to Zen) among other things we have under wraps.

Additionally the better half of Stone Path Review, Patricia, will be concentrating on her studio and photography. News and exciting updates will be posted to http://www.twistedrootstudios.com

To the artists who have trusted your work with us, we cannot thank you enough. You are why we started Stone Path Review in the first place, and have made the past 3-years a memorable journey and an experience we will take with to our next projects.

We have quite a few open submissions and I will be gracefully rejecting them with a summary of the above and our gratitude.

Future updates and communications will also come through this newsletter as well as the Stone Path Review website and our Facebook page. All links are included below.

Stone Path Review: http://www.stonepathreview.org
Enso Press: http://ensopress.com
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Stone-Path-Review/273709699341934?ref=hl
Latest Issue: http://www.magcloud.com/browse/issue/823370?__r=322616

Book Update

Work on my first collection of poems titled “Beyond the Border Kingdom” has finally gained some traction.  I am almost complete with the second draft and the introduction.  To aid in writing and concentration, I found some new music, most notably three albums by Geomatic: “64 Light Years Away”, “Blue Beam”, and “Cosmochemistry”.

The draft introduction is below and more information will be available at: http://beyondtheborderkingdom.com


The border kingdom is any separation or boundary between two different realms. It is a transition from one space or plane to another. It is physical, spiritual, mental, conscious and unconscious. A being will arrive at a point in their life when they are ready or not ready to transition. It is a decision made to leave one space and move to another. Once across the border, there is no going back. The present becomes the past and the future becomes the present.

When the border is nearing, what and how do we prepare ourselves?

This continuous cycle is augmented by these stays in the kingdoms denoting the border that we cross – crossing the border grants wisdom, experience, life, and after death.

In death the body succumbs to the river’s flow to be dispersed at sea. Each fragment is consumed and scattered, the image of the person is recreated when the being/essence finds a new body and reemerges on the other side of the border.

To cross the border is to accept who you are now, in this present form, and choose to grow, leaving behind the previous. It is not an easy choice, and fear will always be present, but you cannot grow or cross until the fear is conquered and extricated from the being,

How do we embrace fear, become aware of ourselves, and move beyond this space, beyond the border kingdom?