DERVISH CYPRESS
July 30 - sept 2019
Unprimed Linen, Charcoal,
Pastel, Acrylic Paint
216 x 76 cm
30”x86”
At the still point of the turning
world. Neither flesh nor fleshless;
Neither from nor towards. at the
still point, there the dance is, but neither arrest nor movement. And do not call it fixity, where past
and future are gathered. Neither movement from nor towards. Neither ascent nor decline.
Except for the point, the still point,
there would be no dance, and there is only the dance.
T.S.Elliot
Suddenly, a ray of sun through the cypress brunch fabric, and everything is already given.
Becoming Cypresses
Fertile soil has
welcomed the
cypress roots,
wind will sway
its branches.
The grove
is sprawling in the
vastness
of Now. Can
you feel
the tender
caress.
Hear
the hissing song, as
cypresses arms
reach out towards
heaven
in a hallowed swirl.
Come! Come!
fellow traveler, join
the endless
dance.
Fertile soil has
welcomed the
cypress roots,
wind will sway
its branches.
The grove
is sprawling in the
vastness
of Now. Can
you feel
the tender
caress.
Hear
the hissing song, as
cypresses arms
reach out towards
heaven
in a hallowed swirl.
Come! Come!
fellow traveler, join
the endless
dance.
Becoming Cypresses.
Fertile soil has.
welcomed the
cypress roots.
and wind.
will sway their
branches.
as the grove
sprawls in the
vastness
of
now, can
you feel
the tender
caress,
will you you hear
the hissing
song, as
cypresses arms
reach towards
heaven,
in hallowed
swirl.
Come! Come!
fellow
traveler, join
the endless
dance
Fertile soil has.
welcomed the
cypress roots.
and wind.
will sway their
branches.
as the grove
sprawls in the
vastness
of
now, can
you feel
the tender
caress,
will you you hear
the hissing
song, as
cypresses arms
reach towards
heaven,
in hallowed
swirl.
Come! Come!
fellow
traveler, join
the endless
dance