Like tears in the rain...

In my charcoal silk suit, with a red satin scarf
I knelt in the mud, in a river of blood
In homage to my Lord.
Rain falls heavy in the dark night
Each great drop like the crack of a gun
Wild things cry around me
A cold wind enters me
I sense myself balanced on a razors edge
In a torrent, rain pours over me
It cascades down across shoulders, arms, then hands
Dripping from my fingertips
Washing away my indiscretions
My many thoughtless and selfish sins
Thru the dark night I await the rising of the Sun
I look for the light to fill me with virtue
I long to be refreshed
Rising from the mud I stand tall
A red star is dying in the dark sky above me
We are brothers together before our Lord
Like tears in the rain... 

 

The "Sound Gate" Project



The "Sound Gate" Project

The "Sound Gate" Project

We are drawn to the Gate.

As we enter it senses us,

Reacting to each individual differently,

Sensing how each stands within the interior light,

It responds with a gentle sigh or the soft intake of a child’s breath.

We feel the impulse to touch its reflective surface.

We see our own image reaching towards us.

It senses our touch and responds with music or the sound of rain.

We are lost in the moment.

And for a time viewer and artwork blend in an embrace of the senses.

Can Steel sigh?
Can it laugh when we touch it?

We live in an age when sculpture can no longer sit by quietly, like the rocks of the fields. We must breathe life into our work if it is to truly serve us.

 

Once I saw a Blue Jay flying across my vision.

It landed in the grass before me. Is this not the most beautiful of sculptures?

One which lives and interacts with the world around it?

Can I make steel sigh, or laugh?

I believe I can.

Joe Battle 2/18/2014

In the cool morning...

    In the cool morning I remember a small cabin hidden deep in a eucalyptus forest. A secret place high on the mountain. Where Gabrielle and I would ride our horses for a private rendezvous.
    Her blond hair spilled down her back as she rode ahead of me. The high mountain air was always fragrant with the smell of the sweet surrounding trees.
    When she drew me to her I was lost in those bright moments, and in the sunlight shafting thru the trees around us.

Life is a mist.

The young girl turns fitfully in a dream. The soldier cleans his weapon. I light a cigarette. The moon rises.The beautiful woman takes another's child as her own.

Beyond the Rain

Somewhere beyond the rain, like fireworks on the forth of July, I see the past before I hear it. And I call it the present. As I reach out to touch her the immanence of her being eludes me. She is a singularity of essence which embracing leads to destruction

Transcendence and Immanence

"Thomas Aquinas, for instance, argued that although after creation there are more beings (plural) than before, there is still no more being (singular), because all that exists other than God shares in the one being of God, although in a particularized way. Jesus Christ is believed to be the Second Person of the Holy Trinity, but incarnate in the humanity received corporally from the Virgin Mary and a divinely-created human soul. Thus, transcendence and immanence interpenetrate in an exceptional manner in the Christian faith, practice and theology. The mysterious and paradoxical nature of Christ provides a bridge between the infinite Deity and finite man."

Advaita..."I wonder about this.."

Advaita (non-dual) mysticism maintains that every seemingly separate person is in fact a thought, dream, or experience of God; God creates and becomes / experiences each creation, deliberately limiting it to a specific identity in space and time to undergo a particular life experience. In Advaita, it is God who experiences every pain, suffers every indignity, dies every death, and experiences the illusion of being each separate individual.

I wonder about this..