the undoing of day...

Creative work is seeing through one’s eyes,

not with them….Edward Weston

I am not contained between my hat & my boots….

Walt Whitman

…in other words, we see through our entire body…

but seeing is elusive….like being under water or walking gingerly in deep fog…

being possessed by light & love & the lyrical nature of paradox….& yet…

you continue to only touch, kissing so softly an image which feels like peace…this fleeting consummation of seeing is your fullest expression…

the undoing of day brings the night’s cyclical struggle to know…

golden light seeping into soul…

There is a citadel, inviolate,

The inmost hidden kernel of the heart,

Changeless, eternal, imperturbable,

A rock unmoved amidst the storms of life,

Girdled by veils of purifying flame,

Through which the questing soul,

in search of peace,

Must pass, & passing suffer, till the spark

Which struggles, all but snuffed,

within this clay,

Has blossomed into lightning radiance,

Has shriveled every cinder shred of self,

And borne aloft on phoenix pinions

Can over-breast the battlements, & sink

Tenderly down to silence fathomless.

…Hugh Brockwill Ripman

may the lustre of your dark night see into day….