I have been thinking and thinking of this blog post “called Wednesday Wonder: Sculptor Reuben Margolin from Maureen E. Doallas, over at Writing Without Paper.(click and visit, it’s a link!) I like both the movement and the sound. To get more information about the artist and more examples of the works please visit her blog. She contributes vast amounts or knowledge and food for the mind and the senses every day. I think that while people do post and comment there, she really has no idea the impact that she can have on the individual visiting. Thank you for all that you do Maureen!
“I am dust particles in sunlight.
I am the round sun.
To the bits of dust I say, Stay.
To the sun, Keep moving.
I am morning mist,
and the breathing of evening.
I am wind in the top of a grove,
and surf on the cliff.
Mast, rudder, helmsman, and keel,
I am also the coral reef they founder on.
I am a tree with a trained parrot in its branches.
Silence, thought, and voice.
The musical air coming through a flute,
a spark of a stone, a flickering
in metal. Both candle,
and the moth crazy around it.
Rose, and the nightingale
lost in the fragrance.
I am all orders of being, the circling galaxy,
the evolutionary intelligence, the lift,
and the falling away. What is,
and what isn’t. You who know
Jelaluddin, You the one
in all, say who
I am. Say I