How many times will I shed raw and return?
Or is it a stronger current
amorphously assembling and deconstructing
as I unwittingly rally
behind the porosity of thought
the seduction of words
I am a small planet
a symbiotic microbial world
My peripheral orbit
flings so far in its trajectory
the axis is nearly invisible.
I can only feel it…
this bright nucleus of love
teeming with life…
Tantra involves a very powerful substance, which is buddha-nature, or our enlightened nature, eating us from the inside out rather than being reached by stripping away layers from the outside.
Crazy Wisdom by Chögyam Trungpa
“If something burns your soul with purpose and desire, it’s your duty to be reduced to ashes by it. Any other form of existence will be yet another dull book in the library of life.”
― Charles Bukowski
Poem and sketch by j.h.white. …..I am aware that microbes are single cell organisms. In representing my relationship with them in this series though, I prefer immersion without thought, surrendering to the imaginative, perceptual and sensate possibilities. Symbiotic microcosmic navigation amongst my tribes….xxoo
Exquisite as ever, both the drawing and your words Jana – such an exhilarating ending to the latter.
Thank you for noticing Hariod…
And I believe I have you to thank for this turn in direction….
Something nudged when you visited an earlier post on microbes.
So generous of you!
Round and round we go… deeper still
In this ticklish meditation…
Good one Jana. Kind of Blakeian in its audacity and I will also quote some Bukowski if I may, the last four lines from “Dinosauria, we”:
‘And there will be the most beautiful silence never heard
born out of that
the sun still hidden there
awaiting the next chapter’
what a great adjective, Mark
I thought I’d given them up
but I do believe
I’m keeping this one…
autonomous inner fires
through caves of cells
for the outer to slide in
oscillations of wonder
in and out
of friction and desire
with words inscribed
in ash and flame
raw and sudden thoughts
at the moment of immersion
in the sensual lines
of your drawing
finding a silver ribbon
fallen from the well-thumbed pages
of a book
flies with the ribbon
to the heights of an oak
the better to feel the ribbon
snap in an electrical
dance with the wind
Your words and drawing Jana, simply beautiful, suggesting worlds within worlds,
……….Immersion without thought……… love this.
…..In the silent sacred earth, roots and seeds are dreaming…….
…..In the silent sacred earth, roots and seeds are dreaming…….Blessed Fall Equinox Teri…. heralding the season of dreaming…. and immersion without thought.
brown dry plants
fluttering spirits caress me
creating new relationships
I hear you crackle and clear
no static here
changes the center
once we enter
how beautiful… what a pleasure to read your words this morning…
It is good to see you Shimon. I hope you are keeping well… and It makes me happy that you found beauty here!
I really appreciate this drawing and the words and the supplemental quotations. You have delivered a very gritty overview yet microcosmic view of existence. Well done. Very well done.
I thought of you while drawing, Steven…just letting the pen move freely across the white space. The ‘very well done’ makes me laugh too….what fun. I feel like a steak! xxoo
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Thank you for thinking of me as the pen flowed.
:- ) I’m sorry for that pedantic sounding phrase! And for making you feel ‘well done.’
I could have been more eloquent I think in describing the all encompassing flow you captured!
On the contrary Steven….! It always feels good to laugh
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love all of this, jana. thank you. xo
p.s. i think that charles bukowski quote must go on my bathroom wall of quotes :)….
I know Chloe! You could have written this…
You are such a talent, Jana. Beautiful art and writing. Such a wonderfully creative series.
Thanks Tiffany. I’m pleased you think so. I keep bouncing in some direction, holding my hand out to catch whatever comes by. It’s about all I have time for now a days.
Is this what they call “Keeping your hand in?” xxoo
Jana, often times ‘keeping your hand in’ enables a beautiful catch of something unrestricted and unplanned, but so amazingly wonderful. xo
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“How many times will I shed raw and return?” I read this and feel my heart beating… like an invisible axis. You are coursing such a cool, cool stream Jana. Love it love it.
Thanks Chris. Some of the best navigation is in the undercurrents… that’s probably where we keep bumping into each other. xxoo