Come walk with me, she said
The Light is so beautiful.
Image: “Sunset, First Encounter Beach”
Cape Cod, Eastham, Massachusetts
© Heidi Straube 2016
Between a good artist
And a great one
Will often lay down her tool
Then pick up an invisible club
On the mind’s table
And helplessly smash the easels and
Whereas the vintage man
No longer hurts himself or anyone
And keeps on
I have always loved this poem by Hafiz and its layered meanings.
The idea of an artist not giving up, quietly continuing to create, making images of beauty, even when an original project does not come out as anticipated. Always drawing from the depths of Soul, seeing and sculpting the light.
And in our lives – an encouragement for keeping on, through loss, change, the unknown.
A reminder of the Light still alive within, more miracles of life yet ahead to be created.
In happy times, and those of sorrow – May you always see and sculpt the Light.
Image: “New Road to Taos: Trust”
© 2016, Heidi Straube
Hafiz poem, “The Vintage Man”
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I get to you, Beloved,
The more I can see
It is just You and I all alone
A knock at my door,
Who else could it be,
So I rush without brushing
I have begged for Your
Is the use of vanity
At this late hour, at this divine season,
That has now come to my folded
If your love letters are true dear God
I will surrender myself to
Who You keep saying
May 2014 be the year that you recognize the beautiful person that you are – and may you find your most graceful and vibrant ways of living that Being.
I begin this new year on Cape Cod, Massachusetts – in a house on the marsh, down the road from a beautiful beach in Eastham. This is my new nest for the winter.
As I deepen my creative, contemplative, and transformational practices, I invite you to share in the Spirit as it unfolds…in your own work, and with me.
Poem: “Without Brushing My Hair,” Hafiz, translation by Daniel Ladinsky