Saturday, January 8, 2011

night's lights

i have to believe
that every ray of light
is carefully painted
into the very big
and the very small spaces
because each carries
so much greater than itself

a suggestion
of the care
that everything feels for itself

as from the void – a blue fountain
of light splashed forth.
our heads raised up to the mountain –
and it has fled north,
scattered above the black distance
in golden hues,
and here, again, an arch, a spiral,
a sphere, a swirl,
in green, yellow, fire-red, sky-blue –
night's lights go on...
and, having stirred for no reason,
wither from view.


Dejemonos sorprender said...

Hi Steven! gorgeous pictures.. the ast one is wonderrful! i love that moment of the day..

Reya Mellicker said...

Light is so precious at this time of year. At midsummer I take it for granted, I put on my shades and block it out. But now? I light candles and open and curtains, stretch towards the light.

I guess I'm never satisfied!

Pauline said...

"a suggestion
of the care
that everything feels for itself"

That's a wonderfully liberating thought!

Jo said...

What is that last image, Steven? A twig covered in ice? A stalagmite? Maybe a blade of grass?

It looks as if it has come from a source of light and pierced through the darkness, straight, strong, and noble.


steven said...

hello d.s.! thanks for the kind comment. the beginning and endings of a day are often heavy with treasures. steven

steven said...

reya - you said it! the light dribbles through and when it appears, well it's like a jewel, you can feel the energy lift! i try to use as little artificial light as possible - which might seem odd - but i prefer natural light for its presence. i'm easily satisfied, with an eye to what's coming next!!! steven

steven said...

pauline - i believe that beneath the surface - where everything is connected, there is also a purposeful connection to all things which is founded on unconditional love. it shows up as care. what care looks like in the natural world, is the entire relational spectrum which we perceive as ecology. steven

steven said...

jo it's an icicle. i like to find them, invert them in place where they'll catch light and then - well this year - photograph them! i love the very tiny threads of light and colour that find their way across the sky to their slender bodies. steven

Friko said...

What is that phantastic object in the second photo?
Not the I didn't admire the first one. Magical.

Blok is not well known at all, don't you find? I rather like his work.

aguja said...

.... and I have gone with the light. You have tranported me with your words.

Valerianna said...

I enjoyed traveling with your words and images, as usual! Thanks...

hope said...

Been reading [daily] more than commenting.

But that picture was breath taking in the wisp of the clouds painted across the sky. Wonderful, you!

Linda Sue said...

The ice art - Awesome! Stunning! LOVE!!!!

steven said...

friko when i was much younger i was czed by the russian painters -especially those who worked in the nineteen tens and twenties and into the thirties. i ignored the writers. imagine my luck in finding a reason to "discover" the writers like blok!!!! steven

steven said...

aguja - come back wherever you are!!! steven

steven said...

valerianna - i'm glad and you're welcome! steven

steven said...

hope - there's no expectation to leave a comment but your comment is very welcome..... thankyou. steven

steven said...

linda sue - it's free and it's out there almost every day. i was messing with ice and berryes today. a little too phallic in the end for this blog but cool all the same. steven