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The Skyline

The Skyline.

Where the structures
we have constructed
meet the infinite space
of possibility.

Sunset on
Lower Manhattan
New York City.
Center of world trade.
Capitol of Capital.

Imagine,
in your mirror-like wisdom,
how it might be changed.
Center of world compassion.
Foundation de Corazon, of humanity.

The Skyline.

Where you choose to see
with infinite possibility.

mandala of raindrops

When We Love All

When​ w​e love all​… 
the sky and the air ​above, 
the ground that ​w​e walk upon​ below,
and everything in between…
we dispel the denial of the true
creative source of all things.

We see and experience
the unity of all,
in its expressing 
through the play
of separation,
and its refraction
of pure energy
into shadow and light.

When we love all…
we reconstruct
resurrect
realign
fully restore
and realize,
back into unity
that which has been refracted,
perhaps by the clouded prism
of our cravings and aversions.
Having realized this,
we can go back
to the play of separation
with ease and joy.

Shivohum.

mandala of raindrops

All this time

All this time on the planet…

Just a flash in the cosmic pan.
A blinking of the eye, for
universal consciousness

Not even enough time
for the infinite clock
to both tick and tock

Yet, somehow
I feel very important.
Of, course.

 

Seed poem: Weather Report
Barbara Crooker

 

2025.06.17

mandala of raindrops

Considering for The Gray Area exhibition

ACCI Gallery has a call for art for their upcoming The Gray Area exhibition. Basically neutral tone images. I have a few images that I have felt were interesting compositions which were lacking in strong color attributes or values. So, I am thinking this might be an opportunity to finalize them in gray tones.

There are images from my mandala work and others from my “paradox” or mirror work.

Sculpture mandala.

Created from a photo of a public sculpture at the Bay St. mall in Emeryville.

Created from a waterfall in New Jersey

The pair of docks that inspired my paradox series

Familiar local landscape

I love the grain and the message… and this is kind of the beginning of a new focus on graffiti and public art

The Knowing Comes: I Can Open

the rain falls on
a broad hillside of imagination.
it gathers, at first in trickles
and then, in rivulets
finally, it babbles into a brook…
closing off other possibilities
it tumbles into the channel
of other rain that fell
long ago in another…
life, a canyon carved deep
by thoughtful repetition…
I think, this is how it has always been
how it must be

Yes, and…
then the knowing comes: I can open

the rain may fall on
something deep and wide,
a lake of imagination.
in knowing, not thinking…
I can open
to loving the rain,
holding compassion for the fall,
in joyous empathy,
leaving me unperturbed.
calm and at peace
with my treasured qualities of being
I can open:
and the knowing comes

mandala of raindrops

Seed line for this poem is from “I love the dark hours,”A Poem by Rainer Maria Rilke

The Center of Everything

My annual dharma-sangha officially starts soon, and as a prequel, Kelly Blaser has gathered folks for a free week-long series of writing sessions.

Seed line used for writing session: 
“The center of everything.  Leave nothing in your wake.”
from the poem Regret Nothing by January Gill O’neill

The Center of Everything
by Alan Zucker

As the river rushes around me I hear the voice from the bank.

This moment. 
This place and time. 
This is the center of everything. 
What happens next is your choice. 
Will you choose based on fear?

Will you allow the love
to flow and carry you
to a place where you let go
of aversion and desire,
so that you can see
precisely what is required?

Then and there, you will regret nothing. 
Then and there, you will leave nothing in your wake.
Then and there, your actions will be aligned
in accord with what is.
Walking with your whole heart intact.

center of everything

Winter Obliquity

Northern cold, and
Southern heat, it’s
a day to celebrate, the
planet. She is tilted!

Queue up the fanfare!
Trumpets.
Groovy bass lines.
Funky beats.
Whatever you got.

Dance like fire
in divergence
from center.

Light our love
through the changes
of seasons.

Cheer with joy
for our graceful
creations.

All beings
in all of our
oblique
expressions.

Fire dancers in motion.

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