Simple is never what it seems… Humility exists as a simple idea… Ideas develop and they flee…
Fleeting thoughts are not always truth… Truthful ideas can be simple…Perception is a type of truth.
Sorting through thoughts and ideas like a deck of shuffling cards.
How can I find the right card? Is it a trick, a game, amusement?
Is it sleight of hand, or an illusion?
Life is not a game, or a trick.
There are no quick fixes, no magic bullets.
No miracle workers or holy rollers.
It is uncomplicated and it can be as plain as the nose on your face.
Faith is truth. Truth is clear. Clarity is honest.
The answer to life is found in the spirit.
It’s as simple as that.
I am huge fan of Jerry’s surreal photographic art work.
Actually, Uelsmann lives in Gainesville FL, only a hop, skip, and a jump away from me. Yet, I’ve never had the opportunity get out there and hear any of his lectures…Maybe one day…
This summer I’m planning a road trip to New Orleans and this will definitely be one of my pit stops- because they have a HUGE collection of his work on display.
However,until then, I’m always content to gaze at his fascinating images…and imagine…
If you’re interested,here is a tribute presentation I found of his work:
This is a compilation video I found on YOUTUBE
FYI- Jerry is a pioneer in this type of photography, no Photoshop for him. He actually creates all his art in a dark room. Jerry’s darkroom is his studio. His technique requires the use of multiple negatives and enlargers to capture a single cohesive image. He often takes pictures with this being his sole purpose, selecting unique subjects with the intention of separating and then combining them with other negatives in the darkroom. The final product is a dream-like vision to behold.
Check out his books:
*all images from Google
I’ve been waiting
daydreaming and wishful thinking
mind numb and body stunned
today I took a drink of reality
and now I can see
what is the rush
to be content
with what is
learn the lesson
dreaded or blessed
I do not know
but IT is the place I’m supposed to be
Poem 32~ Allowing
searing white light
your radiant face
pools of liquid blue
red velvet kiss
full knowledge granted
complete- sweet surrender
the pale yellow pitter-patter
echo’s across the steel-cool tiles.
racing with the fleeting shadows
darting against the shudders of the
painted remnants that fall gently.
slipping through the other side of
what was left out to dry.
corduroy pants bristling with electricity,
fuzzy tumbleweeds blown by the slick
white air, glide happily across the glassy floor.
gnarled divots fill the bed
drowning in a glass of red wine
worries melt like snow flakes
life comes into shadowy focus
softening the sharp edges
dulling the pressing problems
swaying to the music
reminiscing fancy free
Friday as it was meant to be
Day 9~ Another Haiku…because they are such fun to write!
saved from sunless flight
naked eye views the pure light
peace and bliss are one
My husband wanted to get in on some of the poetry action…he is an amazing poet…this piece though is quite different than the type of stuff he usually writes…I hope you like it!
if my heart was in the sky bright blue, stark white, silver-gray.
then it would soar like a cloud lost in a magical holiday.
if my head could sing a song winding like a soft green river
then would I swim through the notes pausing only to slowly linger.
eleven birds on tree limb whistling day-old show tunes
can’t see their beaks move etched out of newspaper cartoons.
if God gave me my life blew the cold air into my lungs
honey sweet summer breezes passed over the snow bugs.
like a puppy on a leash
we all have our restraints
smiling at the spring flowers
God gives me the reason
her love gives me meaning…