Zone of Wonder

A place to be moved by impressionistic poems and images, and a place where I will put forward thoughts to stimulate your imagination.

Friday, February 25, 2005


Venting Hostility Posted by Hello

Thursday, February 24, 2005


Octogeometrica Posted by Hello

Monday, February 21, 2005


Atom Posted by Hello

Sunday, February 13, 2005

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I am the point.
I have no dimension.
I am empty and without bound.
I am the unfathomable depth.
Through me all things become.
Into me all things return.
I am and I am not.
In me there is no contradiction.
My word is ecstatic silence, longing to be.
I am the event horizon where desolation
Collides with unrestrainable joy.
Aside from me, not even nothing is.
I am the point.
I am boundless.
I am closer to you than you.
I am beyond any thought, emotion or state.
Remember me, and experience what I am.
Forget me and everything becomes grey death.
I am the point.
I am.

Rain

Clouds above the stricken fields,
Condensing promises of liquidity
Build and bellow above the parched soil.
The old haggard man looks up, and smiles:
The first drop touches his cracked brow.

Was that a raindrop or a tear?
The eager earth accepts both offerings.
Her desire is insatiable,
Her thirst unquenchable.
Love descends.

Warm mud, one part dust, and aqua vitae,
Fulfills the sacred promise.
Life returns to Barrenness as surely as
Sarah's womb brought forth Isaac;
Out of desert, born of longing: Blood tears.

The old man collapses,
Burying his face in the fecundity.
His life departs, the promise is fulfilled.
The streams of blood become a trickle:
His body, her nourishment.


Drawn in Posted by Hello


Window Pane Posted by Hello


Creation Dance of the Blue Bells Posted by Hello


Crystal Mandala Posted by Hello

Friday, February 04, 2005

I am Mad, Disregard what I say

Everything I say is a lie.

Words are prisons in which "i" make myself.

Despite my lies, hidden within me, the Truth.

Can you experience the unfathomable and speak it truthfully?

Does a perfect mirror exist?

Floating upon the Master's breath, dancing.

Singing, the loon of sorrow,
on a still lake in a mourning shroud of fog.

Moonlight, quicksilver on water,and the canopy of heaven to peer into.
My desert flower blooms this day and dies.


Cosmic Rose Mandala Posted by Hello


Wish you were here Posted by Hello

Thursday, February 03, 2005


Amidst the Chaos Posted by Hello

Amidst the Chaos


Amidst the Chaos:
Reason is delusionary madness.

Within the Void: Eternal, Still and Whole.
On the Event Horizon:
Becoming and returning,
exhaling and inhaling the One breath.
Life: Death's affirmation.
Death: Life's fulfilment.
As two lover's intimately intertwined:
Life and Death,
on the Event Horizon,
whirl around the Void.

And me:
A shard of melting ice,
scintillating the gaze of the Beloved.