Easter Monday In The Silence Of This Unexpected Storm Spiky Daffodil Leaves Thrust Upwards Green Exclamations

Tabby on Tiles, 7/23/2017

Early winter snow on branches of a Japanese maple. 12/10/2017, Maplewood, NJ.

Parvati

I see her from afar, Sitting alone in the early day, Tracing gossamer thoughts And hearing the whispers Of her heart. Her muse is the One Who is not there, The One who is Inaccessible, Yet whose presence Is so real that He stirs the deepest passion Of her womanly soul. Thoughts shape images, Murmurs, words And she sings Of smoke and fire, Incandescent and all-consuming, Of drink so concentrated One sip intoxicates. I listen, taken by her music Toward her heart’s Center, Hoping for invisibility, That my presence not Disturb her muse, Hoping to be unseen By her consort, Shiva, Should he return While she is in her Bliss. ©sealanehill, 2017 For @soulreserve

Rotting from the Inside Out. Brandywine, MD, 9/2/2018.

verge ( @soulreserve 2017): an interpretation. 12/2/2017.

Ma confiance dans la poésie est sans limite. Elle est seule capable de me consoler de l’horreur du monde.

Dany Laferrière

(via mignonne-allons-voir-si-la-rose)

The monoprint class at the Visual Arts Center of New Jersey in Summit, NJ, that I’ve been attending since January is having an exhibit this summer. I’ve narrowed my selection to ten prints, and I can choose up to two. Decisions, decisions.

earth and moon

you and me earth and moon

and our melting sky so full of shadows

aflame we’ll meet again quietly like this

let the world wonder our longing

we’ll tiptoe a little closer and kiss.

© SoulReserve 2018

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