Archive for the ‘Existential Moment’ Category

An Affirmation Of Life — Fifty Years Out   2 comments

Van Morrison — Source: Ryan H. Walsh

“Into the Mystic” in Van Morrison’s 1970 Moondance Album

We were borne before the wind
Also younger than the sun
Ere the bonnie boat was won
As we sailed into the mystic

Hark, now hear the sailors cry
Smell the sea and feel the sky
Let your soul and spirit fly into the mystic

And when that foghorn blows
I will be coming home
And when the foghorn blows
I want to hear it

I don’t have to fear it and I want to rock your gypsy soul
Just like way back in the days of old
And magnificently we will flow into the mystic

When that fog horn blows
You know I will be coming home
And when that fog horn whistle blows
I got to hear it

I don’t have to fear it and I want to rock your gypsy soul
Just like way back in the days of old
And together we will flow into the mystic
Come on, girl
Too late to stop now

“Into the Mystic” — the words and melody ethereally flowing together as one —
is about a spiritual quest.  But over the years the song has become much more —
an affirmation of life for me, and I would like to think for my generation,
as well, should we choose to embrace its sentiments, an anthem of lives
lived as we float down that stream, merrily or otherwise, after leaving
this mortal coil.  I am honored that my path intersected with friends departed,
and I am a better person because it did.  The fog horn has blown for them
and they will be coming home.

It is indeed too late to stop now.

Van Morrison — Into The Mystic

Rafting On The Tuichi River   2 comments

BoliviaBalsa Wood Rafting On The Tuichi River In The Bolivian Amazon (8/21/19) — Image by kenne

The fog was beginning to lift,
one hour after breaking camp
on our first full day on the river.

I’m sitting in front with my camera,
Matt paddling behind me as Padro
stands in the rear, steering the raft.

Except for our companion balsa raft,
the river is our’s, stopping only for
fishing and exploring the jungle line.

Padro has promised us that we will
see a jaguar at least once during
time in the Amazon on the Tuichi River.

— kenne

Zion Canyon Panorama   Leave a comment

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Zion Canyon Panorama — B&W Image by kenne

Mighty and dreadful are your tall columns here,

(through soul and love put you in deep shade)

for you outnumber man and outscore even life itself,

and you are roughly tied with God and, strangely, eyes.

— from Unholy Sonnet # 1 by Billy Collins

To The Moon   Leave a comment

To the Moon

Art thou pale for weariness
Of climbing heaven, and gazing on the earth,
Wandering companionless
Among the stars that have a different birth,
And ever-changing, like a joyless eye
That finds no object worth its constancy?

Percy Bysshe Shelley

Smoke and Haze   Leave a comment

Smoke and Haze — Photo-Artistry by kenne

We hike the park trails

Maintaining social distance

Oh, yes, wearing masks.

— kenne

What if . . .   3 comments

Sunset Over The Tucson Mountains — Image by kenne

“What if our religion was each other.
If our practice was our life.
If prayer, our words.
What if the temple was the Earth.
If forests were our church.
If holy water–the rivers, lakes, and ocean.
What if meditation was our relationships.
If the teacher was life.
If wisdom was self-knowledge.
If love was the center of our being.”

— Ganga White

A Clear Midnight   2 comments

A Full Moon Night In The Sonoran Desert — Photo-Artistry by kenne

A Clear Midnight

This is thy hour O Soul, thy free flight into the wordless,
Away from books, away from art, the day erased, the lesson done,
Thee fully forth emerging, silent, gazing, pondering the themes thou lovest best.
Night, sleep, death and the stars.

— Walt Whitman

Tree By The Tanque Verde Wash   2 comments

Tree by the Tanque Verde Wash — Photo-Artistry by kenne

“Whatever you hold in your mind will tend to occur in your life.
If you continue to believe as you have always believed,
you will continue to act as you have always acted.
If you continue to act as you have always acted,
you will continue to receive what you have always received.
If you want different results in your life or your work,
all you have to do is change your mind.”

— Unknown

The Cover Of My Body   1 comment

Relaxing After A Hike — Photo-Artistry by kenne

 

“Ginger and Sorrow”

My skin is the cover of my body.
It keeps me bound to my surroundings.
It is the leather over my spine.
It is the silk over the corneas of my eyes.
Where I am hairless, at the lips and groin,
there is pinkness and vulnerability.
Despite a protective covering of horny skin,
there is no such problem with my fingers,
whose ridges and grooves are so gratifying
to both the lover and the criminologist.
I think perhaps the entire history
of me is here—viper of memory,
stab of regret, red light of oblivion.
Hell would be living without them.

— Henri Cole

 

Death Comes On The Rocks   2 comments

Death Comes On The Rocks — Image by kenne

They lay on the rocks

Dead pines humming in the wind

High on the mountains.

— kenne

Tree On The Ridge   2 comments

Tree On The Ridge — Photo-Artistry by kenne

Tree Tops

In the yellow sunset
a blue haze glows
on the ridgetop
shadows binding
through juniper trees.
Hikers turning back — 
Know what I mean?

— kenne 

Desert Abstract Art   1 comment

Desert Abstract Art-72Desert Abstract Art by kenne

The colors of earth and sky
come together to paint
my Sonoran desert picture.

It’s beauty is in the contrasts
that blend together
creating a Zen moment

in time where old and new
mark our existence
in the presence of nature.

— kenne

There was only our bodies . . .   3 comments

“Body of an Old Man Sitting Under the Stars” — Photo-Artistry by kenne

“There was only our bodies, born to live and die on terms decided by the bodies
that had lived and died before us. If he could be said to have located
a philosophical niche for himself, that was it – he’d come upon it early and intuitively,
and however elemental, that was the whole of it.”

— from Everyman by Philip Roth

Quoth the Raven “Nevermore”   Leave a comment

The Raven — Photo-Artistry by kenne

  “Prophet!” said I, “thing of evil!—prophet still, if bird or devil!—
Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
    Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted—
    On this home by Horror haunted—tell me truly, I implore—
Is there—is there balm in Gilead?—tell me—tell me, I implore!”
            Quoth the Raven “Nevermore.”
 
— from The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe

Cape Hatteras Light Station   1 comment

Cape Hatteras Light Station 04-07-08-art-72Cape Hatteras Light Station (04/08/07) — Photo-Artistry by kenne

“While rises in the west the coastwise range,
slowly the hushed land —
Combustion at the astral core — the dorsal change
Of energy — convulsive shift of sand …
But we, who round the capes, the promontories
Where strange tongues vary messages of surf
Below grey citadels, repeating to the stars
The ancient names — return home to our own
Hearths, there to eat an apple and recall
The songs that gypsies dealt us at Marseille
Or how the priests walked — slowly through Bombay —
Or to read you, Walt, — knowing us in thrall”

— from 4. Cape Hatteras by Hart Crane

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