Dear Friends,
I have found myself less on the computer (by design) working more with physical art (see below) It is very liberating to step back into that zone. Moving one’s hands, positioning the paper, the drafting template around to capture the exact forms… Everything as I work is in correspondence, and interrelated. I tend to fret and reassess on the constant. I am not spontaneous in the way Jackson Pollock was, even though my partner has told me I should try it more often. I have a couple of pieces that I have started, which need a bit more work.
The next few months will see a couple of publications coming forth as well. Please stay tuned! Much more Art, Cultural Artifacts and Musings on the way.
Gwyllm
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On The Menu:
Links / New Art! “Dharma” / Sale! Universal Convergence – Creation Sitting With Master Hsu Yun (Poetry) / Our Day Will Come / The Dreamings / Excerpt: The Gods of Pegana, by Lord Dunsany / Summoning The Muse
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Links: Evidence of Ancient Humans Living Where No One Thought They Could / Year Without a Summer / Secrets of the Afterlife / Hilma af Klint / DMT Entities, Real?
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New Art! “Dharma”
The newest piece in the collection. Acrylics & Pencil 18×24 inches. 5 weeks of work.
Found that using a new pallete is border-line liberating!
I have been captivated with the Mandala since I was introduced to it by John Chick of Bardo Matrix many years ago in Boulder Colorado.
Working with pen, paper & pencil is entirely different than do work on the computer. It is slower, but it is much more meditative in nature.
I hope you would consider “Dharma” for your art collection!
“Dharma” may be purchased on Gwyllm-Arts.Com
It comes in 3 sizes: 18×24 inches (Printed by Gango in Portland)
17×22 inches & 13×19 inches.
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Sale! Universal Convergence – Creation
While I am posting art, I would like to put this piece forward as it is on Sale as well!
Universal Convergence/Creation
Limited Print! Less than 20 left!
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Sitting With Master Hsu Yun
In Response to Layman Ma Guanyuan for a Special Verse
I don’t carry a gentleman’s lute
Or own a longevity crane.
I’m as undistinguished as smoke
And casual as sunset clouds.
Scattered and low.
Scattered and low.
Sometimes I roam along Bilu Peak
Or lounge around Maitreya’s Court.
Who needs seven hundred lifetimes?
Who needs to be the houseguest of an Immortal?
You can measure what’s empty or catch hold of the wind;
But the hardships of an ascetic monk are beyond reckoning.
You can move an entire mountain or shrink a great distance;
But nobody can plumb the depths of spiritual emptiness.
In the space of just a single thought
A thousand years can be speeded up or stopped.
But the distance light travels in those thousand years
Wouldn’t reach the limits of a monk’s travails.
I could have been a deckhand
And traveled all the seas;
Or else a simple laborer,
A porter with a pole.
What if I had been born noble and wealthy?
Shakya was; but he rejected that
And so would I. Ah. Ah.
So I don’t carry a gentleman’s lute
Or walk around with longevity cranes.
I just go, scattered and low, scattered and low.
As obscure as smoke and casual as those sunset clouds
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Years Months Days Hours
One year and then another.
Appearances gradually change.
Bone marrow shrivels.
Eyebrows thin away.
This time-limited body is like a mound of slurry.
In the Triple World, earth, air, fire and water mingle and change.
This is all our emotions allow us to notice
And their sight obstructs our view of Heaven.
One month and then another.
The light and dark pass like melting snow.
No part can be kept for long.
Only the Dharma does not come or go.
The lacquer bowl suddenly breaks.
You are like the Dragon of Heaven – born to be lively and free.
A roc can’t live in a crane’s nest.
A little jiao liao bird needs to stay near mosquito ponds.
One day and then another.
They never wear themselves out.
Give up your judgments about everything.
It’s all insubstantial in the end.
All things under the sun come to an end and dissolve.
Spend what time you have in honest simplicity.
Just one breath of the Eternal
Admits you to the Great Chamber.
One hour and then another.
Inexorably march, step by step.
Whenever I meet you, we each smile.
But who is it who drags your corpse around?
Steadfast and unchangeable
Always mindful of this or that.
You’re young and strong. Exert yourself!
Don’t wait… oh please don’t wait
Until you’re much too old and weak.
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Dead Can Dance: Our Day Will Come
The Dreamings…
‘Understood in its metaphysical sense,
Beauty is one of the manifestations of the Absolute Being.
Emanating from the harmonious rays of the Divine plan,
it crosses the intellectual plane to shine once again across
the natural plane, where it darkens into matter. ‘
-Jean Delville 1899
(Jean Delville – The School of Silence)
Excerpt: The Gods of Pegana, by Lord Dunsany
illustration by Sidney Sime
OF THE MAKING OF THE WORLDS
When MANA-YOOD-SUSHAI had made the gods there were only the gods, and They sat in the middle of Time, for there was as much Time before them as behind them, which having no end had neither a beginning.
And Pegana was without heat or light or sound, save for the drumming of Skarl; moreover Pegana was The Middle of All, for there was below Pegana what there was above it, and there lay before it that which lay beyond.
Then said the gods, making the signs of the gods and speaking with Their hands lest the silence of Pegana should blush; then said the gods to one another, speaking with Their hands; “Let Us make worlds to amuse Ourselves while MANA rests. Let Us make worlds and Life and Death, and colours in the sky; only let Us not break the silence upon Pegana.”
Then raising Their hands, each god according to his sign, They made the worlds and the suns, and put a light in the houses of the sky.
Then said the gods: “Let Us make one to seek, to seek and never to find out concerning the wherefore of the making of the gods.”
And They made by the lifting of Their hands, each god according to his sign, the Bright One with the flaring tail to seek from the end of the Worlds to the end of them again, to return again after a hundred years.
Man, when thou seest the comet, know that another seeketh besides thee nor ever findeth out.
Then said the gods, still speaking with Their hands: “Let there be now a Watcher to regard.”
And They made the Moon, with his face wrinkled with many mountains and worn with a thousand valleys, to regard with pale eyes the games of the small gods, and to watch throughout the resting time of MANA-YOOD-SUSHAI; to watch, to regard all things, and be silent.
Then said the gods: “Let Us make one to rest. One not to move among the moving. One not to seek like the comet, nor to go round like the worlds; to rest while MANA rests.”
And They made the Star of the Abiding and set it in the North.
Man, when thou seest the Star of the Abiding to the North, know that one resteth as doth MANA-YOOD-SUSHAI, and know that somewhere among the Worlds is rest.
Lastly the gods said: “We have made worlds and suns, and one to seek and another to regard, let Us now make one to wonder.”
And They made Earth to wonder, each god by the uplifting of his hand according to his sign.
And Earth was.
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Summoning The Muse
Thank You For Visiting!
Bright Blessings,
Gwyllm