A poem for a day away from the garden.
Gone Fishing
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Art From The Garden
Ten years ago, we moved from a large home on two rural acres in the Sand Canyon area of the Santa Clarita Valley, with expansive views, to a smaller mid-century home in Old Town Newhall. The yard and gardens were much more compact in this urban environment, but by looking more closely, I found just as many moments of inspiration for new creative expressions.
These images are the result of selecting my best original garden photographs from the past ten years and applying careful cropping and subtle digital enhancements (no AI!), honed over decades of experience as an art director and commercial digital artist.
Cloud Illusions
Our second home in the Santa Clarita valley had a vista that looked westward across the entire valley. Over the 16 years we lived there, my camera captured hundreds of cloud images from sunrise to sunset, in all seasons and in all kinds of weather. While playing around with a few of these images, I noticed that when flipping a duplicate and blending it with the original, “cloud illusions” began to arise and take on form and meaning!
In the garden, there is harmony, balance, and order to the way of nature (the Tao). Our human mind, perceiving this order, ascribes to it a higher imagined meaning, substance, and purpose to existence. Using memories, hopes, fears, and desires as the medium, we create within our minds an elaborate thought-construct of a separate, solid, and unchanging self moving within a fantastically complex dream world we have conjured.
It seems apparent that it is our human nature to construct layers of meaning upon the phenomenal world. It has obviously provided our species with spectacular evolutionary advantages. But it is also apparent that we have forgotten that when we create this composition, we are painting with illusions of meaning, a dreamworld upon an empty canvas.
To recognize that we project these illusions upon the empty world is to remember once more that we are, each of us, the unwitting architects of our own most beautiful fantasies as well as our own ugliest nightmares. This is the first movement in awakening to the simple truth that there never was a gate separating “my self” from “the world” and that when we open our eyes at last, we see that we have been standing in the garden all along.
“When all phenomena are left as they are, their appearance is not modified, their color does not change, and their brilliance does not diminish. If you do not spoil phenomena with clinging and grasping thoughts, appearances and awareness will nakedly manifest as empty and luminous wisdom.” ~ Dudjom Rinpoche
Witness To Dreamland
Recently, I awoke from a dream and found myself completely paralyzed. Although helpless to move, I was still able to look directly ahead to the pillow on my cheek, the white, sun-mottled wall beyond, and the tan carpet below. I could hear voices in conversation behind me. I had no interest in what they were saying, but the sound of their voices was familiar and reassuring. I began to force myself to move my legs, pulling with my mind as hard as I possibly could, trying to will my paralyzed body into motion. As I struggled, my mouth opened, and I began to moan as a baby does when stirring from a nap. With this, I woke up in my bed, my beloved sleeping next to me, and the room filling with Sunday morning sunlight.
It was not at all stressful, and when I arose, I was in a perfect state of relaxation. Since then, I find that I am frequently moving in and out of this dream we call the “waking world” as well.
I am seeing that within this waking dreamland, I am powerless to move as well. I can only witness. Waking within this dream state is simply the complete realization that this, too, is a dream, and the total acceptance of my perfectly natural position as a witness to the dream.
Which has led to the only logical conclusion, that’s why we are here in dreamland!
Living with the unknown
This morning, I sat on the patio and thought about how all life on Earth follows the same path: birth, growth, flowering, seeding, decay, and death. This journey looks different for each form of life. Some are tiny, others as large as a forest. For some, the process takes centuries; for others, it happens in just minutes.
I reminded myself that humans are not the only life forms exempt from this path. We all follow the same journey as every other living thing. Even though we often see ourselves as separate or above the rest of nature, we are, at our core, just like all other life on Earth.
If we can truly see this simple truth, it might help us accept that we are just one part of the vast web of life. Life on Earth will probably continue long after the ‘Age of Man’ has passed. The real question is whether we can let go of our need for certainty and learn to live peacefully with the unknown.
Repartee
Spectacular vista! The garden is abuzz in glorious reverie. Nothing to be accomplished, nowhere to go. Sit down or join in the dance; there is no path to be followed. You’ve never left. We’ve awaited your return. Dry your eyes, it was only a dream
With warm gratitude to Bob O’Hearn, a brilliant writer and constant inspiration.
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Dream a Little Dream With Me
Forgive me, for I am but a humble dreamer living among other dreamers in dreamland. The only distinction, perhaps, is my realization that all that is, is but a dream. Then again, this too is a dream. What to do but make a pitcher of iced tea, sit in the garden, and talk to the succulents.
“What we call the “objective world” is a sort of Rorschach ink blot,
into which each culture, each system of science and religion,
each type of personality, reads a meaning only remotely derived
from the shape and color of the blot itself.”
~Lewis Mumford
Dancing
Dancing, the universe doesn’t wait
For you to take it’s hand.
Dancing, the universe doesn’t wait
Stand up and take my hand.
December Rose
Garden Notebook 12/4/14 ~
I was out in the garden early this evening talking to the roses. They were telling me how much they appreciated the shower yesterday. I looked upon beautiful Brandy and I do believe she was winking at me!
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