Friday, March 30, 2012

I was communicating with my inner guides while working on this drawing. I was wanting to be more in control of my life. To live less in fear. Next thing i knew, i was inside the picture. I was working on it from the inside, as i listened to the chanting of Tibetan monks. They were chanting in overtones, singing all the tones that reside within one.
My working on the picture and the chanting of the monks flowed into one thing. There was the disciplined detail, in lines and colors, of the picture i was drawing, and the monks chanting all of the colors within one note.
The Trickster began to emerge in the drawing. Showing me that there were many ways to flow with what is going on, inside and out. And that fear makes one static and stuck, and keeps one from this flow. But it is not a matter so much of resisting and trying to block the fear, as it is a question of surrendering to it, as part of the flow.
The Trickster said to me, “Don’t try to pin it all down---what is and what isn’t the flow. It’s all part of the flow, even the fear. If you sit in it, it will move on. Every instant has a flow to it. It all comes in different colors and rhythms.”
“This, my child, “ said the Trickster, “is something you must learn to honor within your self and others.”

Wednesday, March 28, 2012


meditation on a Tibetan singing bowl

when the bowl sings
you must listen
wait until one tone finishes
before bringing forth another
you are not the master
of the singing bowl
it is your teacher


Tuesday, March 27, 2012

some thing

she wanted to do something
to be doing something
accomplishing producing
be able to put it out there
to the world
saying this is who I am
this is me as I see it
the whole of me
the thing you see
the entity I have become
one for me
and one for you
all of me
divided up
never being one
but still needing
to be recognized
as something
you could love



i am queen and king
of the in-between
where nothing is as it seems
where dreams determine
who i am was and will be
where there is no
right or wrong
because everything
is the answer
in a world that choices
do not amputate


Friday, March 9, 2012


(assemblage sculptures)


love will never be perfect
it is a toothed thing
a central eye that would see for two
who remain ever fragmented from each other
never hitting the bullseye middle
because it’s all ever shifting
where you would think they would meet
those two
an eye coming through
a field of flowers
or maybe bones
or rows of teeth
no matter how you look at it
it’s still sliced up
a part of you
of me
for you
for me and so on
love is a bony and triangular thing
it brings light
it takes it back
it bites and sucks life
from anyone it touches
it thrives on disbelief
that such a thing
could bring such joy


Tuesday, March 6, 2012


(detail of assemblage sculpture)


Once upon a time, stretching
itself into some oblivious future
A word made from wishing
disguised as a promise
A beautiful, hope-filled lie
to feed a starving heart

(excerpt from "FOREVER", by Marlene Azoulai)