Bamboo Love

"Live without thought of dying for dying is not a truth."

- Catherine of Siena

summer bamboo | western north carolina | courtesy Emily

digital | slightly rendered

When it rains this way the bamboo shivers in the garden and the cat heads straight for the stove and the old man leans his body against a barn and stares.  

I dream I am among many people at a party; 

I am with a woman who glows crimson-orange from within.

Crooked bamboo leans on its sister and rests and waits while my body lays with the orange woman who does not speak.  

She hides behind me, moving away as I try to find her.

I wait and do not speak and think only of the color orange and the bamboo.  

Then the orange woman starts to sing psalms and I fall asleep.

Night comes early now and good rain washes the earth.  

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Blue Moon

"When you move into the level of dream consciousness, all the laws of logic change.  There, although you think you are seeing something that is not you, it is actually you that you are seeing, because the dream is simply a manifestation of your own will and energy - you created the dream and yet you are surprised by it.  So the duality there is illusory.  There, subject and object, though apparently separate, are the same." 

Joseph Campbell, Myths of Light, p. 70

august 2015 / western north carolina

digital - slightly rendered

Just by chance (or good fortune), I captured this image early Sunday morning August 1^st just as the full moon was disappearing over the western horizon.  Simply here / just outside the house / standing in the street / as the dogs sniffed.  And everything was quiet and cool and new.  

It is the ‘blue moon’ which appeared the night of July 31^st and everyone watched the heavens for.  

I love how the moon sets a dreamy image against a background of blue morning sky framed by clouds and trees.  That very same day I came across the quote from Joseph Campbell and I thought how beautiful and how appropriate and what a lesson to be learned here as I gaze at the moon and think I’m separate and that the moon and everything is out there.

I then come back around to consider that there really is no separateness...no here, no there...no you, no me...as we continue along our journey homeward.  And that is surely the mystery.

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Blue Moon