I dreamed of a house
in the desert
and outside of the house
I met a being,
neither bird nor beast,
and this entity spoke to me
and asked
“why do you wander
in this burning desolation?”
and I answered
“I don’t know how I came
and have lost my name.”
And this strange creature,
neither beast nor bird,
replied,
“ there is no journey
that you can’t return from
and we all have names
beyond forgetting.”
I crouched on hot sand,
uncertain and cold,
and looking my companion
in the eye
asked for direction, clarity
and affirmation.
It pointed its beak
toward a blue and barren tree
and said, in a voice
that seemed to me like wind,
“follow the heart
that beats in your heart,
nurture the tree
until it gives fruit,
then eat.”
And I followed the heart
that beats in my heart
and I ate the fruit.
and the desert blossomed
and I am the gardener.
Conte drawing and poem by clinock.
Hi John, what a truely wonderful posting! The colour of the drawing was the first to take my breath away, and the poem is so wise! And now I am breathing again to wish you a good weekend 🙂
Ah Ina, you are such a generous and supportive sweetie, thank you my friend…
and the desert keeps blossoming……you are such a good gardener John!
and the sun and water of your comments nurtures my soil Robert – many, many thanks…
Love the warm colors! Nice, nice piece.
Ha molte grazie il mio amico (just keeping you on track with your dream) 😉
and the fruits of your labors do blossom and take flight across the universe to nourish other souls……thanks John!
Humble bow to your last comment Robert…
I was immediately hit by the striking primal colour & shapes framing the bird/creature. Openings and closings. Very profound image. I love how the shapes are ‘cut off’ with edges, succinct like the (contained) poem, making the point cleanly. Your poem feels like an ‘in the desert’ moment of revelation. Beautiful.
A desert dream blossoming… Pure magic, John. 🙂
John, I know how hard it is to humble…..especially for a Leo
split my gut laughing and spilt my tequila watching that video – methinks this gardener will pass on humbleness from now on – owe you one Blob Bob 😉
Magic is alive Marina, as you well know…thank you my friend…
I always enjoy your comments Steven, you see to the essence and your words clear a path for me to walk into my work from new directions – I value very much what you see and say…
Blob Bob says thank you and have another tequilla…….put it on his tab 🙂
hecho y gracias Roberto…
I am inspired by both the art and the words. This is work that goes directly to the soul, the kind that sticks.
Thank you Carl – I am inspired always by your warm, generous and supportive comments…
Hi John, this is one of my favourite poems and artwork so far. I love the originality of your work and your imagination.
Coming from you Cheryl this means a lot to me, I admire your creativity so much. Thank you…