tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16465130.post-13997665316537477792008-03-24T19:06:00.001-05:002008-03-24T19:06:41.358-05:00<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/syverson/2359842060/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2363/2359842060_e4ae139cc9_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 1px #ddd;" /></a><br /><span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/syverson/2359842060/">Heart-mind</a> <br />Originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/syverson/">Peg Syverson</a>.</span><br clear="all" /><p>Process Notes<br /><br />Do I want to say something about these anemones?<br />Or do I drink this color, light, and shadow straight up,<br />the main question having changed from<br />how can I make a living <br />to how can I live this life? <br />And then...<br />silence<br />in the teeth of the great mystery<br />where words can’t follow<br />the vast wild night<br />safely held at bay by <br />the comforts of this place, <br />my settled space and this, too<br />is home to it, the life within<br />and without no different, really,<br />the death that enters here or there<br />completely unconcerned with<br />where you are or what<br />you’ve left undone.<br />It is only this, there is nothing more<br />to yearn for<br />nothing to arrive at or discover<br />because no matter how you have tried to imagine it—<br />the wars, catastrophes, and epidemics, <br />the dread and worry, rage and grief <br />and panic and shame—<br />there is nothing quite as dazzling as<br />this: a pitcher filled with little cups of liquid <br />light in violet, scarlet, white and green,<br />or your unhindered eyes and mine meeting<br />and falling<br />through timeless space,<br />the true wonder is simply a life like a pitcher<br />that can hold it all and pour it<br />into the world<br />like this.</p>Peg Syversonnoreply@blogger.com