Art – The Creators Project by Yayoi Kusama
CINQUAIN POEM
WHICH ROAD
TO BEST BE ON
NO DANGEROUS TRAVELS
FORK BETWEEN LIFE OR DEATH FOR A
GOOD LIFE
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MAGNET
HAIKU
SIGNPOSTS AWAKEN
SENSORY PERCEPTIONS
HELPS STOP THE MAD RUSH
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CALABASH
Cinquain Poem
O fruit
of the ancient
Calabash Tree your shell
hollowed out objects hand made
beauty
***
Your bark
for orchids to
thrive and bats pollinate
pulp of fruit gives remedy
cleans wounds
***
Painted
decorative
ornaments and useful
utensils, instruments all
artfull
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ANGLES AMONG US
Photograph by Rodney Lough Jr.
We shout for justice without knowing where to go for healing.
Daily confrontations bombard us with constant wrongdoing.
Yet, we are all born with a meaningful purpose.
We all have the same red blood flowing through our veins.
What can we do individually to restore peace and prosperity to our world?
Can we forego resentment and be more patient?
Can we muster courage and extend the hand of reconciliation?
How can we round out the sharp angles among us?
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ORIENTAL POPPIES
By Georgia O’Keefe, 1928
An Expose – Soul
At first glance, these “oriental poppies” captivated my senses especially the black center when suddenly the word “soul” jumped out of these scalloped petals…let’s see where this will take us.
Have you ever wondered about your soul, how it looks, and where is is in the body? The soul is the life of each person, perhaps like the unfathomable black holes in these poppies, that invisible and immortal “something” that lasts forever after death. The person’s soul beholds the breath of life, mind and reason, affections, feelings and emotions comprising its unique personality and character.
So, where is the soul? A likely guess, in the heart; however, when the heart stops beating, might the soul be in the mind closely connected to the heart? Recalling, once during meditation, I noticed I was being taken somewhere I had never been before, a pristine, peaceful place. Back then my life was topsy-turvy. After a long spell, I felt my heart jolted back into my bosom, eyes blinking wide open, I knew I had visited a place like I imagine paradise to be.
I believe the soul is where one receives a sweet inner longing for something greater than one’s self, like beauty, truth and possibly God. The soul protects us even if we may choose an unlikely path for a while. Divine is the moment a person discovers his or her soul for therein lies wisdom and eternal happiness. No doubt, Georgia O’Keefe painted her soul in this brilliant canvass when she said, “I decided that if I could paint a flower in a huge scale, you could not ignore its beauty,” she was right.
What is it that you desire from your special soul?
When asked, “what do you want? Author Cassandra Clare answered, “Just coffee, Black, like my soul.”
May you be well with your everlasting soul!
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LOVING GAZE
LOVING GAZE
ALONE, IN SILENCE, PUSHING OUT RANDOM DISTRACTIONS OUT OF MY MIND, SITTING EVER SO STILL, WISHING TO SURRENDER ALL, GOD, DO YOU SEE ME? I HATE MYSELF WHEN I FAIL YOU AND OTHERS. NOW YOUR LOVE IS MELTING ME, EYES SWELLING FULL OF REMORSEFUL TEARS…NOW I KNOW YOU SEE ME…NOW, HELP ME TO SEE MYSELF…
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CALL FOR CHANGE
CINQUAIN POEM
BE GONE
FEARS, VIOLENCE
THIS CYCLE CANNOT MIRROR
THE GLOWING HEALING GRACE OF GOD
IN HEART
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“TO BELONG TO GOD, WE HAVE TO EXPERIENCE
THE TWO-EDGED
THE BLADE OF JOY, THE BLADE OF THE CROSS”
By Servant of God, Madeleine Delbrel
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