Art’s Inspiration and Other Fancy Thoughts
Illustrators Blues
I've illustrated several books, however, not all of them have been published. I am in the process of completely reconfiguring my website so that I can feature more of my illustrations as well as offer my fine art work for sale right here on the website.I'm really...
Orchestra of Justice
An orchestra of justiceNature’s rhythms awokePlayed themes of peaceand incomprehensible hopein lilting tones of possibility“How could that be,” one wonders“without control and argument?”‘Tis simply natural lawas life flows with easeand rushing graceThrough crags of...
Gettin’ Busy
Where, oh where, were you tonight?Why was I working all by myself?I had to fix dinner and get to a meetingI made a mess, dear, and phht I was gone…• • • •Sometimes, when I get busyIt may seem that my consciousnessDoes not include the home environmentOr surroundings or...
Life’s Memorial
Memories stackedpearls and gemsStones and clodsall jumbled togetherTo pick and sort—the work of the elderString necklaces of beautyrich and deepplant daisies in the fodder
Broad Vista
Once atop the perch at the peak of his life He could see the broad vista before him He was ready to soar…
Who’s Counting?
So many years and a dayand, Yes!Yes, he was countingFor each day is preciousespecially awakeAwake, aliverecovering life!Ah, every momenthas cause for celebration!
Irridescent Manna
It becomes apparent as I flail along That the path is clear and marked with crumbs of irridescent manna Funny how I chose to wade through sticker bushes, instead all those years
Astute Toot
“Most astute!” I heard him toot about something I’d said “How could that be?” occurred to me in the ethers of my head Not so quiet thoughts did riot just demanding to be fed
Awakened Samskara
When Samskara woke she discovered all illness had faded away The clarity of gratitude engulfed all sadness And shimmered it away to sparkled shadows
Shores of Consciousness
A rising tide of awareness has engulfed the shores of our consciousness Awakening whetting our appetite for world peace and love and joyousness
Clouds
There on a bed of pine needles we would gaze at the clouds Ants crawling over bare toes and dusty jean pockets full of found treasures “Look! Do you see the elephant?” “You mean the one dancing on the big castle?” We...
Engaged
Singular singer singing songs of life And breath and depth and beauty Fully engaged in his art his craft and his passion