Dancers in landscape: 2012

Sunday, 2 September 2012

August 31 Overnight

tents going up all around
a small set of countries

wishes
community of growing and love
venture
connection and dialogue
receiving
make some marks
not to have a question...

did I sleep?

lying back on grasses
head upward
white cloud moves across clear blue fringed with leaves
intricately metamorposing
nothing in art could be that
so imitation in art becomes just that
people who paint clouds have given themselves an endless quest
yet one always wants to try to capture the uncapturable
even with that human touch it may not transform
the mind, the sensibility has that awareness
a difference from gratitude, a difference from praise
maybe art has to be human beauty seeing
and
my slow arms held over me wide into the blue, fingers massive and dense against the sun
the biggest holding, my child- I cradle, cradle upwards opening and holding across half a world - legs arms reach up back pushes into earth, a fly lingers along my finger,
a gentle shifting of air in this forest of grasses, I lie flat-backed, prone,bleaching in the sun as I stretch to presence, being, response

lying looking up
I cradle two grasses openhanded, then cup them from underneath, wind one all the way up the other, then two open cupping hands become a whole and the intertwined grass a wholeness
something knows I have to unwind and let them part
even though the winder leans in closer now
parted but not gone

if I could undo just myself
would one cell of earth breath easier?

Monday, 4 June 2012

clare's heart

laura in deer lair

Jo's Invitation

june 3 2012

thresholding

I carried a heart in my hand
as light as a wild rose petal
I laid it on a huge spreading leaf
and from the inner corner
tears of rain fell

I carried a heart in my hand sideways,
held sideways

I need a boat made of old skins
the mast is air
there is a rope like a vein
it carries three flat hearts

the anchor slips between my fingers

lying head back in the pond
I held a star flower between my hands
all sky was earthed around with plants
my shoulder blades ached and sawed on the brick edge
rain pin-printing my face
every cell responding

I sent my boat to sea
a never ending
thresholding

as I walked onto a journey
I came across an abandoned body
giving itself wholey to the ground
the red lit dock leaf I had taken on my travels
traced this magical giver

I gated and into a field
lone blue figure near the stream noise

and I found many ways
to carry my heart
red marks
and on