November light

©mcassapidis, 2017

summer's end

mmcassapidis,2016

is the image the object?

What Voice Is That?
Suddenly
we hear a voice.
Far away, up above.

It is a space stiff, arrogant hands
will never be able to touch.
A radiance
snow and white nights can never get near to.

In the gloomy soul
it has been planted, dazzling.
It is a shining metal thread
someone plucks from the heart.

Only a god
could open its lips on this
dismal night.
Only a god
could make people stuck fast in sickness
feel moved.

Light:
those who have lost their legs
will all pursue it, gliding away
while those who cannot see the lamplight
reach out their hands
joining with it to become a sparkling ray.

What voice is it
what is the name of this god of song
who gently stirs the pain.

  Wang Xiaoni

the light- bringers...:Celan

m.cassapidis,2015

The bright stones

The bright
stones ride through the air, bright
white, the light-
bringers.

They want to
not sink, not fall,
not collide. They rise
up,
like slender
dog roses they break open,
they float
toward you, my gentle one,
you, my true one—

Celan

lightplay

lightplay©fourteenth

We have come into this exquisite world
to experience ever and ever more deeply our divine courage, freedom and light!

Hafiz

η κίνηση του φωτός σε κινούμενο νερό / movement of light on moving water

Remember your deepest name: Naomi Shihab Nye

©fourteenth

1.

Japanese teacher says:
At first light, rise.
Don’t hover between
sleep and waking,
this makes you heavy,
puts a stone inside your heart.

The minute you drift back to shore,
anchor. Breathe.
Remember your deepest name.




Naomi Shihab Nye
from Breaking the Fast

There lives the dearest freshness deep down things: Gerard Manely Hopkins

open mountain ©fourteenth

The world is charged with the grandeur of God.
It will flame out, like shining from shook foil;
It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil
Crushed. Why do men then now not reck his rod?
Generations have trod, have trod, have trod;
And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil;
And wears man's smudge and shares man's smell: the soil
Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod.

And for all this, nature is never spent;
There lives the dearest freshness deep down things;
And though the last lights off the black West went
Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs —
Because the Holy Ghost over the bent
World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.

Gerard Manley Hopkins 1844–1889

We are only passing by.

©fourteenth

Looking down

lines of light reflecting;

little fish around my feet

Fish, light, cool sea-surface--

We are only passing by. We were never really here.

I said to my soul, be still, and let the dark come upon you : T.S.Eliot (from Four Quartets)

I said to my soul, be still, and let the dark come upon you 

Which shall be the darkness of God. As, in a theatre, 

The lights are extinguished, for the scene to be changed 

With a hollow rumble of wings, with a movement of darkness on darkness, 

And we know that the hills and the trees, the distant panorama 

And the bold imposing facade are all being rolled away— 

Or as, when an underground train, in the tube, stops too long between stations 

And the conversation rises and slowly fades into silence 

And you see behind every face the mental emptiness deepen 

Leaving only the growing terror of nothing to think about; 

Or when, under ether, the mind is conscious but conscious of nothing— 

I said to my soul, be still, and wait without hope 

For hope would be hope for the wrong thing; wait without love, 

For love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faith 

But the faith and the love and the hope are all in the waiting. 

Wait without thought, for you are not ready for thought: 

So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing. T. S. Eliot. Four Quartets.

We forget so to remember

pebbles beneath sea surface     ©fourteenth

pebbles beneath   ©fourteenth

Let us be...a poem by Hafiz

©fourteenth

Let us be like

Two falling stars in the day sky.

Let no one know of our sublime beauty

As we hold hands with God

And burn

Into a sacred existence that defies -

That surpasses

Every description of ecstasy

And love.

Hafiz

for {you}

hay circle

hay - circle

orange-filled

Orange-filled field

dancing without a dime

dancing in the light

singing bush

Studio

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