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Overview


TO illuminate THE WAY,

study the wayfarers of old.

 

TAKE UP THE timeless WORK

OF UNTANGLing the SOUL.

 

align heart-mind

with nature's flow.

 

journey into the dark

to mine the hidden gold. 

 

 

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Overview


TO illuminate THE WAY,

study the wayfarers of old.

 

TAKE UP THE timeless WORK

OF UNTANGLing the SOUL.

 

align heart-mind

with nature's flow.

 

journey into the dark

to mine the hidden gold. 

 

 

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Artist Statement

When I think of poetry I don't immediately think: "writing." For me, first and foremost, poetry is a process of "seeing." There is a haunting quality to it, like noticing the faint silhouette of something at the periphery of one's view, which then comes into slow-focus.

Poetry can be about the seen, the unseen, the subtle, the heard, the overheard, memory, silence. It is a highly somatic process for me. I often experience a poem as an intuitive stirring -- a hunch, but simultaneously it usually involves something around the body, inclusive of the environment, either in "real-time," or in dream.

Long before a poem is ever written, it is like a living creature to me. It starts calling from deep in the forest of heart-mind, beckoning, offering up 'signs'. It has sound, color, shape, motion. At times, it is a waking extension of a dream that pulls-in elements from waking reality. After all, there are many worlds and they interpenetrate and are influenced by one another.

Poetry, then, is a living process of awareness and paying attention for me, moving like a tracker through multiple landscapes, complete with their own inhabitants and changing  weather -- sometimes actual landscapes (forests and mountains), but always engaging with landscapes mirrored within.

Like the tracker that enters the forest -- who attunes to aromas, notices light and shadows, moves slowly from place to place staying behind the shifting breeze -- I move slowly, with what I call soft-attentionopening myself to whatever the 'spirit of the poem' has to offer.

In the end, all poems are an offering back to the spirit that inspired the poem itself.

From my way of seeing, all poets are trackers, travelers, and explorers engaged in an ongoing, ever-unfolding multi-dimensional conversation between psyche and world, wound, dream, nature, time, the collective, or the cosmos. Pure Land Poetry is but one mapping of that conversation -- human, natural, etheric, akashic, sometimes irreverent and humorous, sometimes ancestral and shamanic.

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Pure Land


 

 

...IN THAT REALM

HEAVENLY MUSIC

IS PLAYED CONTINUALLY.

SIX TIMES DURING THE

DAY AND NIGHT

MANDARAVA FLOWERS

RAIN DOWN FROM THE SKY.

 

--AMIDAKYO SUTRA--

 

Pure Land


 

 

...IN THAT REALM

HEAVENLY MUSIC

IS PLAYED CONTINUALLY.

SIX TIMES DURING THE

DAY AND NIGHT

MANDARAVA FLOWERS

RAIN DOWN FROM THE SKY.

 

--AMIDAKYO SUTRA--