At the party on Saturday evening I had made plans with Veronique to climb the Gran Roche the next day. But in typical Breton weather…it poured all day and into the next. So Our climb did not happen.
Perhaps this week.
Cheryl has been ill with sinus and fever and has slept most of the past two days. As for myself, I have been in a neutral zone. Reading French magazines and watching American movies on the computer.
Neutral zone is just that. It’s as if the computer goes on standby, processing nothing, no upload or download, but suspended in the place between an inhale and exhale. All urgency, angst, joy or pain is absent, and mild ritual of necessary functions are all that is left: eating, bathing, grooming, sleeping. All the while one is vaguely aware of an undertone, a mild vibration as if the current flows undetected, forever present even in the bland events of the everyday. And it’s only upon reflection of the past two days that I remember and witness this.
Tonight we are going to a couple’s home for dinner. They have invited us over to sample their hospitality. They own a restaurant here and have asked me to create some paintings of the Breton landscape, buildings, sea, etc for exhibit in their restaurant. This would be my pleasure. They saw the murals I painted on the walls, cupboards, and table in Cheryl’s home and suggested that it would be nice to show an American’s view of the area. I will have to return to America to complete other jobs but in the meantime I can produce some inventory while the experience is still fresh in me mind.. And in a few months return with the paintings for exhibition.
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the weathered cool of passing rain
inspires my heart to rise
to float and stretch and tease a cloud
to shift and clear the skies
the night of sound and floral scent
descends upon the sea
and in response the tide advances
seeking destiny
suspending breath I pause to feel
the presence of the breathing land
inhaling once I know the worth
inhaling twice I feel the birth
....
you may find it sweet surprise
where portions of the soul resides
….in sleep
from out of that deep secret place
from out of where i see his face
generous portions meant to quench this mounting thirst
generous gifts
but what use….what care
what choice is in and of the earth
i remain the child…show me…tell me
in discipline i remain in silence
in nature i pace the restless knowingof the soul’s potential

Fae:

“come sleep in silence never turning restless in the night
come sleep with me in one embrace away from all that’s light
in all your wild imaginings you never had a clue
that all your dreams and fantasies are from the dream that’s you
come bring your need to rest and sigh
bring memories and names
come sleep with me in one embrace
we’ll make them all the same”

……
in the night awakewithout the expectation of desire
his voice is mine
and mine his
a means for silence
stillness
emptiness
surrender
all those things that was thought to prepare………
yet gravity prevails
and sends this solid subtle form toward distant stars
of even graver solid form
.....matter holds me here
....a fact
i know this well
as well as life is certain
as well as dreams and visions
as well as all illusion
one only needs to turn....that's all
a simple gesture sought by master mage and hu man
that fiercely gentle gesture
that permits the longing's greatest blessing.........nothing


as much as I may coax thee from the silence
knowing that if you should then descend
…your sound would soon destroy
the fair frail grasp one holds on the eternal now

a child once touched the All in unison
three times retracing all the steps
but then your words fell blindly there before my eyes
as if by choice
the mathematics of desire
under those sweet hands of God’s enfoldment
you too
would have worshiped that mere essence of a truth revealed

It’s only by Creation’s will
that past and future
are no longer in the now
and that still part of me
now prays
(as spoken and instructed in the dream)
that you would never fall to darkness
if the promise was fulfilled…
love keeps a promise
without judgment

responsibility has been assigned
to redesign
the impulse of destruction
into an act of creation
the vision is clear
the formula: two sparks of creation
must relinquish all given gifts(faint fare again…perfected by intent)
eyes down an offering by dual placement
both as knights upon the land
and each will standin center facing hand to hand

twins upon the mare
knights upon Giea
creating sacred spirals
towering to the heavens
to echo all the source designs…………now reassign
creation’s ebb and flow

soft breeze from feathered wing pass close
and find my timid heart to beat again
the rhythm
changing
as i look into the eyes of Ra

spiral magic from the sea
turn my fair flesh gray
form sleek sides
raise the tide
carry me away
my breath will raise the waning moon
toward the stars I sigh
the vision I have left behind
reflects within these eyes
the gifts have all been laid and spent
the love both grand and fine
what’s left for me
is of the sea
reclaiming what is mine
taste of the earth
salt of the sea
only these things will remember me

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