What has arrived out of this silence

What has arrived out of this silence
Secretly kept….silence of tears…

Silence of years….

The one who has slept to waken to the shining you
Left behind….

A shining so pure so alone….
Standing now by an ancient road
Made of blood and stone….

This glass dream that sounds of rain falling….

This dim recognition
Where emptiness folds itself into everything…

The sacred

Watching from a distance….

Edges 
November 18,18

Cultivating the Silence of a Hungarian

Snowstorm….
The first few flakes cascading
As small messages over the garden…

Having shapeshifted out of an Italian sky

From a swirling wind of tumultuous joy
The acidity of America still strong I’m my senses….

Now in this quiet
Of winter

Transformations of sorrow and frozen rain
Passing through the window glass
To sit with me….

Shivadom maheo neh nameho….

On the frozen plains
Of Oklahoma….

28 November 2015
Gabors smoking room

“Creator pity my beloved”

hahnomma*

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In the spirit of collaboration and friendship, poet Lance Henson, and I began a blog devoted to his poetry and writing with occasional artworks.

http://www.songsoftwoworlds.com

Our intention was not to illustrate his works or to interpret my artworks but simply to inspire and encourage each other in an ongoing dialogue.

Most of our collaboration has been based on his poems past and current with my artworks added but not done in direct response to his words.

Below are the first results of a new strategy, in which I sent images and requested poems from Lance.

hahnomma*

they move
between the walled boundaries of metaphor
their wings dripping on our windows
the eyes of flowers trembling in a vicinity of returns
we watch
for signs of passing….

*Hahnomma: tsistsistas word for bee.

©2014 Lance Henson

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©2014 Barbara Bartlett

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