Day 92 of Year 2 (Actually Day 93)
The remnants of yesterday's ink were still on my plate this evening. Somehow I just couldn't wipe it away so I guess, tonight is a partial ghost print and a variation on a theme. I am curious about this symbolism so I hope the suspended woman comes up again. The last time she appeared, she was suspended by her feet so I call this a definite improvement!
The past month or so has been a struggle physically, but mercifully things have shifted and I'm feeling much better. My seas have been choppy and I ride the swells up and down. I know well that every down leads to an up, followed by a down, and over and over. That's life, keeping afloat in these swells. But, there is an internal landscape of peace within reach. I find mine in the studio. When I make these images of calm they change my energy. I am not the same person who walked into my studio earlier today. Like water on a stone, these images are slowly wearing away my rough edges and emptying my vessel.
I Laugh When I Hear That The Fish In The Water Is Thirsty
By Kabir, Trans. Ribert Bly
I laugh when I hear that the fish in the water is thirsty
You don't grasp the fact that what is most alive of all
is inside your own house.
and so you walk from one holy city to the next with
a confused look!
Kabir will tell you the truth: go wherever you like,
to Calcutta or Tibet;
if you can't find where your soul is hidden,
for you the world will never be real!
---- From The Winged Energy of Delight https://amzn.to/2q41CiS
There is another translation on the web which is quite different, It's worth looking up if you are touched by this poem