A Cosmic Blink
“We are very rare configurations of atoms.We are the only island of meaning in the Galaxy.We are it in the galaxy. This is it.” Brian Cox I I know thatour bodies (carbon, nitrogen, and oxygen atoms)have been assembled from different starsover billions of years that me and you are only a blink in the expansionand […]
Birds-of-paradise flower
I was born when I was old, reached youth in old age, and finally dissolved myself in the maternal body of God when this man died. This man is a star seed – where did he come from? He fell from the indeterminate. Jung II was old when I was born.I only reached my childhood […]
A trace of thyme
Here in the forest of, feeling all is body language – The sounds and smells yield a keen awareness – of the orb-weaving spiders, the dark squeak of the trunks of the olive trees rubbing against each other – The begging cries, the alarm calls of baboons, the tones and trills of birds in spring, […]
Winged butterfly wild woman.
(This little Linocut, which I made long ago, tells the human story of suffering in a world of infinite possibilities. The dream of the sensuous body opened the door to profound participation in a new reality that emerged when the sun (logos) went underground and changed places with dreams of emergence). Every day, a new […]
The air is cold
“The cold night will turn us all to fools and madmen”. King Lear A watery sun is shining, and the air is cold, so young, so untender. The stars’ blank silver, silent light reveals the rocks, the valley, and the yellow road. I did not know that dolphins commit suicide, when tormented by parasites. They […]
The Moon’s Laughter
“We long for spiritual attainment, which is like the natural perfume of a flower, which makes itself known unobtrusively and quietly, pervading its surroundings, irrespective of whether people pay attention”. Lama Anagarika Govinda The moon’s laughter breaks all bounds with time. Oh! Oh! Pour the wine, the passion of a forever, climbing, crawling, clambering vine. […]
A Collage of beautiful lives
Feet, what do I need you for when I have wings to fly”. Frida Kahlo The most beautiful paths meander through the darkest shadows, where we grow feathers when our legs buckle, bend and collapse. It was a ringing blue Swartberg Mountain day, clear as a bell. I felt that I was known to these […]
Humankind’s Coming into Awareness
Louisa Punt-Fouche – Chapter 4 in White Berries, Green Flowers ( In print) Oh, heaven above me, you pure and deep thing! You abyss of light! Looking at you, I shudder with divine desire. To throw myself into your height – that is my depth! To hide myself in your purity – that is my […]
