Tygerlight   acrylic, dye, ink, spray paint, turmeric and oxidation on steel, 48x63”  2021

 

 

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There is life in the dying, joy in each mourning for joy, 

in the labyrinth of leaving we visit the Goddess 

and One day we awaken, 

moved to sing

nearer to the sky, inside the inside sky

crying enlit, our cumbersome ideas 

of enlightenment have disappeared 

without trace, there’s some dance 

in our whisper whirling in tighter dimensions 

spiraled together 

shapes of our burning presences

raven shadows across the dead branches

disappearing darkness and the bear of 

fire opal in lowland golden hour 

cooling to indigo, the mind when 

reflecting the heart’s first light, 

feeling the tube of existence 

darkly rolled around you and then 

through the opening, just up there

( the tyger ) ( the light perfected )