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.

Saturday, January 06, 2007


Dancing on a thread of time across a finite space,
I whirl upon a silent song to find a faceless face.

In emptiness I sit beneath a Bodhi tree,
Waiting upon I know not what, to see.

The dewdrops sit upon me as dawn returns from night,
Colours swirl the tear of joy caressed in morning light.

Unmade and made each second, death and life in song,
A being and a nothingness, and only this to long. Posted by Picasa

Sunday, December 10, 2006

Floral Mandala Posted by Picasa

Tuesday, November 28, 2006

Daliesque Sunset Posted by Picasa

Saturday, June 24, 2006

The Emergence of Identity Posted by Picasa

Sunday, June 11, 2006

Stargate  Posted by Picasa

Flowering Mind of the Artist Posted by Picasa

Monday, May 08, 2006

Mask Butterfly Posted by Picasa

Wednesday, April 05, 2006

Ode Kerke Mandala Posted by Picasa

Wednesday, March 22, 2006

Custom Tarot Card Back Posted by Picasa

Thursday, March 16, 2006

I miss my mind the most Posted by Picasa

Tuesday, March 14, 2006

Eye Tyrant Mandala variation Posted by Picasa

Thursday, March 09, 2006

Eye Mandala Posted by Picasa

Sunday, February 26, 2006

Emblem of the Empress of the East Variation 1 Posted by Picasa

Saturday, February 25, 2006

Emblem of the Emperor of the West Posted by Picasa

Emblem of the Empress of the East Posted by Picasa

Sunday, February 19, 2006

Floral Mandala Posted by Picasa

Friday, January 20, 2006

Manjushri Posted by Picasa

Wednesday, January 04, 2006

Martyr modified Posted by Picasa

Lion Martyr Floral Mandala Posted by Picasa

Tuesday, January 03, 2006

Local Unbounded Infinities

No point is distinguishable from any other
in the formlessness
Each is as much the whole as any
in the formlessness

Imagine differentiated form as illusion
There is no existence of a form in itself
The emptiness alone is in itself
There is no existence of a form in itself

By emptiness through itself
Form is expression
It is a becoming of itself, in itself, by itself
Form is expression.

Now be quiet
Listen with deepest longing
Become unmade in this realisation
Listen with deepest longing Posted by Picasa

Death has come and made life real.

The gray of drab November rain,
Clings to my cheeks, like ice tears.
See the quivering of my soul,
Shaking beneath my frozen skin.

A child has died today.
Can you know such dread as touches me?
My son has fallen in the night.
His steps once sure, are silent.

A breath like icy crispness hangs upon his corpse.
The crystals shine as jewels.
But oh, for all the diamonds of the world,
That would I gladly give, and more, for him.

How can I bear the knowledge that shatters all illusion?
Can love break apart the cold and lifeless lips,
And place the warmth of living breath within?
Will the sun ever rise again?

In the darkness, mumbling incoherent mutterings of grief,
Broken and sliced open with shards of desolation,
A drop of love in ocean's sorrowful depths reminds me:
Death has come, and made life real. Posted by Picasa

Friday, December 30, 2005

Hubble Star Field Overlayed with Earth Goddess Posted by Picasa

Tuesday, December 27, 2005

Mandala of the Heavens Posted by Picasa

Thursday, December 15, 2005

Welcome to the Machine Posted by Picasa

Monday, November 28, 2005

Equine  Posted by Picasa

Friday, October 28, 2005

Squaring the Sacred Circle Posted by Picasa

Sunday, June 26, 2005

Supernova Mandala Posted by Hello