Let my face cave into your SELF.
Every picture of my thought
spills out of being wordless.
Let my fear of you go,
let lion talk. Let the lion see.
The sun doesn’t bother what goes on
when it rises and sets on earth.
The disk of the world’s hidden side
is a darkness on my light.
The wonder of that silent spreading corona
pulls away the cloth behind my eyes.
I have no support. The saying stops.
Let soles of my feet be eyes
to see and love, pick up the ground.
The darkness on the sun
is angel’s finger on my lips
stopping speech, making me hear.
I wonder much at my concerns.
As the reel unrolls, I clench in my seat
so forming views ; the Inward, inexpressible
gift of the holy, returns
as soon as I go.
No matter what happens
to me, my walls arise and fall, like
Rome on the ocean wave.
The safety in just looking
has no sense at all.
It takes the risk,
the leaping
of the absolute deer
and skittering over the threshold
pushed, each moment
opens from each point
of space a bright DAN DE LION —
Be brave ! be bold ! be
absent !
Let it go !
When chimerae collide
in the upkeep clashing, let
the Lion see
how in relationship,
several masks combine,
clashing and colliding
anxiety and peace.
Raising your heads together,
unquiet mother and fishy friend,
let your patterns pull
and drag you home.
The pull to drown within
opens the flower’s corona upturned:
a voice with
nothing to say.
from “Poems of Eclipse 1999”
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janeadamsart 
*PARiS, 29.10.17*
*HELLO JANEADAMSART*
*SORRY for late of my answer …*
*THANK YOU very much * for likeable (=SYMPAthique …) care to SHARE = poem + beautiful water-colour (=aquarelle ?) + photo russet (roux ?) CAT
is it your CAT ? What is his name ? He is very adorable and he likes at my CAT !
Me too, I have a *CAT roux* alike a big tiger ! And he is very nice with me …
I call it *TiTi !* Nickname or diminutive name on his name ” *TiGROU(x)” *!
and his character is like *honey *and like an angel * “trèsORange”* …
in my HEART = it is my precious affectionate friend TENDERNESS *AMOURou(x)DOUDOUx* !
I hope it’s *ALL RiGHT for YOU …*
*SORRY *for mistakes in english and absence …
And I feel a little frustration when I read, write and trying to translate english because I don’t speak english very well …
And not available to learn and ameliorate my english …
Also, not obvious ? (=évident) for me to translate your POEM in french…
And difficult for me trying to write explications in english …
Actually = NOT POSSiBLE for me to assure regular presence … (+ add various détails and affairs to set in order in my ORDi …)
*GOOD COURAGE and GOD BLESS YOU*
*and inspire at your soul, your ARTistic character (=nature) =*
*CREATiViTY of His HOLY SPiRiT and LOVE HOLYNESS AMEN*
*P.S. = With sweet CARESS (and “mAMOUR” for your CAT (roux) very nice …)*
2017-10-18 14:16 GMT+02:00 janeadamsart :
> janeadamsart posted: ” Let my face cave into your SELF. Every picture of > my thought spills out of being wordless. Let my fear of you go, let lion > talk. Let the lion see. The sun doesn’t bother what goes on when it rises > and sets on earth. The disk of the world’s h” >
Thank you! Merci bien. The cat was my daughter’s cat Bobo Cellini. He was very old and he passed away in early 2016. He was such a character – un brave.
beautiful poem, im trying to read calmly all the posts, im on the last one, and i read the first one before.i like how you are spreading this wisdom, art a lot of times is not understandable for others as it is, at least of what i think it is. a reflection of what is deep and ouside of us, a heroic and hurt try to express something that signifies me. when better is told the apreciation better is the art (reflection). do you ever see a mirror on the floor? looking you from above seeing a sky up on the shoulders, in the meantime your image is carving the floor with bright reflections.
Thank you Guillermo. Thinking of the the mirror in the floor or ground… Beautiful image
CouCou Jane, tu as abandonne ton blog ? 😏
Merci de ta visite et de ta suit! Non, c’est pas abandonnée – il y beaucoup de vie, alors peu de temps. J’y retourne bientôt! Grands amities, XX
I am just now discovering your work via your connection to Ramana Maharshi, NIssargadatta, and Ramesh Balsekar. I love love love the sketches I saw in the interview with Leonard Cohen. I would like to discuss using some of your artwork for a music video I wish to make. In the meantime I would like to share a poem here by my friend Daniel Ladinsky. I set this one to music.
THERE IS A WONDERFUL GAME
THERE’S A GAME….WE SHOULD PLAY
AND IT GOES LIKE THIS…..
WE HOLD HANDS…AND LOOK INTO EACH OTHER EYES
AND SCAN EACH OTHER’S FACE
THEN I SAY….”NOW TELL ME A DIFFERENCE YOU SEE…
YOU SEE BETWEEN YOU AND ME”
THEN YOU SAY……”YOUR NOSE IS MUCH BIGGER THAN MINE,
HAFIZ…IT’S AT LEAST TEN TIMES MINE”
AND I’D HAVE TO AGREE…..I WOULD DO SO MODESTLY
BECAUSE THE WHOLE WORLD CAN SEE
THAT ITS TRUE
LET’S PLAY ON…….LETS GO DEEPER
KEEP PLAYING……PLAYING DEEPER…….
DEEPER….AND OUR SPIRITS WILL EMBRACE AND INTERTWINE
EVEN GOD…WOULD NOT BE ABLE TO TELL
NOW ISN’T THAT SWELL
THAT OUR UNION WENT SO WELL…….CAN’T TELL US APART
………..LETS GO DEEPER….KEEP PLAYING….. PLAYING…PLAYING…….DEEPER…….
DEEPER….AND OUR SPIRITS WILL EMBRACE AND INTERTWINE
THERE’S A GAME….WE SHOULD PLAY
AND IT GOES LIKE THIS…………………
Lyric: adapted from Dan Ladinsky’s Hafiz inspired poem
Music: Mischa Rutenberg ©5-97
I hope to hear back from you.
Cheers and love,
Mischa Rutenberg mischal@pacbell.net