Drawings
Kosmic Surf
by admin on Apr.16, 2010, under Drawings, Lived Inquiry, Poetics, The Divine Guidance Project
molecules swimming
in the atomic sea
particles becoming waves
waves becoming particles
table top ripples
from the hit
of my liquid fist
SOUND
echoing
turning into thought
into dream
into action
into matter
into nothing that matters
FEAR
dissolving
in an ocean
of connectedness
LOVE
undulating
in the Kosmic Surf
the future,
a one-eyed monster
wanting to be feed
the past,
a shadow
cast ahead
and now,
is…
NOW
riding the waves
Kosmic surfing
going with the flow
nothing else needed
to Know.
- MAK
Image: Particle Wave by me (MAK)
Alley of the Unseen Forces
by admin on May.16, 2007, under Books, Drawings, Lived Inquiry, Original Gravity, The Divine Guidance Project
Autumn leaves swirled around the cracked pavement of the alley, being blown in spiraling waves by the strong Midwestern winds. White billowing clouds swiftly rolled across the bright blue sky above, and the electric power lines gently hummed around me. In an instant all my pains and fears vanished and I was filled with a sense of awe and wonder. Somehow I felt the power and beauty of the unseen forces at play all around me, and I sensed a presence of something vast and deep and unknown around me and within me. A feeling of safety and peace filled me, and I stood there for what seemed like hours.
Over the years, I have returned to this memory over and over; bathing in the gravity of that experience; and remembering to open to the unseen forces at play in every moment, both within me and all around me.
*Excerpt from Original Gravity: A Personal Narrative Theology Inquiry into the Experience of Seeking, Receiving, and Following Divine Guidance by Mark Allan Kaplan, Ph.D.
A Tear
by admin on Oct.10, 2006, under Drawings, Poetics
I look, I listen.
The words I’ve written
tell me more than I’d ever wished to know.
Days grow longer…
thoughts dwell, expand, explode – implode…on overload.
I see air swirling in circles around my hand,
tiny particles of violet light
caress my canvased skin.
A humming in my brain
echoes down
deep dark caverns of parts untouched.
In response, my temples pound pain
– shooting nerves never ending.
The veins in my eyes bulge and swell
then suddenly…
I shed a tiny tear.
A tear
salty and sweet
to the taste of my tongue,
A tear
more real than any thought
I’ve ever touched.
- Mark Allan Kaplan
*Published in J. Campbell (Ed.) (1983).Our western world’s greatest poems. Sacramento, California: World of Poetry Press.
