“In all chaos there is a cosmos, in all disorder a secret order.” ~ Carl Jung
Photographs I made in 2003, using the Ansel Adams grayscale.
After the subsiding of the color shock,
granite grey spills into my day
As liquid rock passes through these lens,
and up to mercury,
to surge the cerebellum bay
Panic flutters in my hearth of garnet consumption
Held a mudra to feel the rhythm
Within that upper mantle — a wild outcry
Some bottled up words burn brighter
You possess the flood
Let’s interrupt our patterns
For we our interdependent
Eyes my dear little windows,
Give me a little longer the fairest glows of vision
Be kind, let the images in,
For someday you shall grow dim!
No sooner shall the light have ceased
And the tired lids close than the soul shall have peace;
She will fumbling take off her walking shoes
And lay her down in the coffin’s gloom.
Still, she will see two glimmering sparks,
Like two little stars in the inner dark,
‘ Till they, too, waver and finally die,
As though by the wing of a butterfly
And still will I roam in the evening fields,
With only the sinking star for a friend;
Drink in, oh eyes, all your lashes can hold
Of the golden abundance of the world!
For Hermann Rorchach, a light dimmed out to soon.
Art Gustva Klimt
“Treasure is uncovered by the force of flowing water and it is buried by the same currents.” ~ Paulo Coelho
The rising and falling
spiral flame in sky
the esper dives
immersion of synergy
spreading a warm-cloud, of alchemy; glitter
into a mountain, upside down figure, the esperance, decompressed
into the ocean bed