Archive for the ‘Existential Moment’ Tag

An Ensenada Date   Leave a comment

An Ensenada Date (January 7, 2007)

Yoga powers.
To make oneself invisible or small.
To become gigantic and reach to the farthest things.
To change the course of nature.
To place oneself anywhere in space or time.
To summon the dead.
To exalt senses and perceive inaccessible images, of events on other worlds,
in one’s deepest inner mind, or in the minds of others.

— Jim Morrison

Arches At Del Sol   Leave a comment

Arches At Del Sol (October 17, 2015) — Image by kenne

“I am a part of all that I have met.
Yet, experience is an arch wherethro gleams
that untravl’d world whose margin fades forever and forever when I move.”

— Homer

“Night Skies”   Leave a comment

“Night Skies” — Photo-Artistry by kenne

“You never master the art of photography.

You always just strive to get better.”

— kenne

 

Where Am I?   2 comments

Abstract Art by kenne

Where am I?

Where do I want to be?

Is more effort needed?

An assessment
may create more questions,
in an upside-down world
where the normal order
is reversed.

Effort is good,
but too much is bad.
Can the key to life
be knowing how much effort
is enough?

“The more I try to stay
on top of water
the more I sink,
but when I try to sink,
I float.”

— kenne

 

Life Springs Eternal   Leave a comment

Life Springs Eternal – New Life in the Presence of Death — Image by kenne

There are signs of life and death all around

that have evolved throughout all existence

towards a collective mitigation of existential

and catastrophic risks yet only in the present does

the proliferation of life affirms and consciously evolves.

— kenne

 

Christmas Past: Holidays In New Orleans   2 comments

Royale Street in New Orleans (December 2014) — Image by kenne

For years, after celebrating Christmas with family and friends,
Joy and I would go to one of our favorite ‘getaways,’ New Orleans.

Big Easy dreaming
Strolling through the French Quarter
Existential being.

— kenne

Drawing In The Sand   2 comments

Drawing In The Sand — Image by kenne

He draws in the sand

She watches the tide

Soon to wash away

Leaving behind a surface

Ready for another day.

— kenne

Somewhere In Our Past   Leave a comment

Kenne & Joy Many, Many Years Ago –Those Were The Days!

We are not alone.
The world is changing,
and we  are part of that transformation.
The angels guide and protect us.

— Paulo Coelho

Fall Shadows On The Mountain   Leave a comment

Fall Shadows On The Mountain — Image by kenne

What would shadows be without light?

What would light be without shadows?

So much of what existence  is all about,

One can not exist do without the other.

— kenne

We Took Our Hearts Full Pleasure   1 comment

Nude (1990) — Abstract Art by kenne

 

My Voice

Within the restless, hurried, modern world
    We took our hearts’ full pleasure—You and I,
And now the white sails of our ships are furled,
    And spent the lading of our argosy.

Wherefore my cheeks before their time are wan,
    For very weeping is my gladness fled,
Sorrow hath paled my lip’s vermilion
    And Ruin draws the curtains of my bed.

But all this crowded life has been to thee
    No more than lyre, or lute, or subtle spell
Of viols, or the music of the sea
    That sleeps, a mimic echo, in the shell.

— Oscar Wilde

 

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

Oak Tree Gall   Leave a comment

Oak Tree Gall — Image by kenne

“If you cannot trust yourself,
you cannot even trust your mistrust of yourself –
so that without this underlying trust in the whole system
of nature you are simply paralyzed.”

— Alan W. Watts

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

WALLS — Constantine P. Cavafy   1 comment

Konstantinos_Kavafis-72Constantine P. Cavafy

My good friend Tom Marley recently introduced me to Cavafy’s poetry. 

 

“The poet makes a personal yet universal confession about the walls that bring suffocation to his life.
These walls are related to the social structure, the economy, religion, and much more.
The worst thing is not the existence of these walls, of these limitations of the free development
but the fact that the walls were created before us, so we cannot even notice
their existence and fight against them.”

Walls

With no consideration, no pity, no shame,
they have built walls around me, thick and high.
And now I sit here feeling hopeless.
I can’t think of anything else: this fate gnaws my mind –
because I had so much to do outside.
When they were building the walls, how could I not have noticed!
But I never heard the builders, not a sound.
Imperceptibly they have closed me off from the outside world.

— Constantine P. Cavafy

 

 

 

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