Beneath the Temple of the Plumed Serpent
Boxes of beetle wings, balls of amber, balls of rubber, statues of jade,
bones of eagles, bones of jaguars, bones of humans, obsidian knives,
conch shells, necklaces, ceramics, ground corn, elemental mercury,
and shards of pyrite embedded in the walls of the tunnel that shine in torchlight like stars.
Ash red in umbra and milk pale in penumbra,
the moon mutates through subtle hues and tones.
After time, a diamond light comes, bursts at its pole.
It has left the shadow of the earth.
was floating in the warm amniotic ocean, in the barrier reef off the
Northern Australia coast. My dive guru floated like a dream with her
arms crossed, an underwater Buddha. She reached out and pointed at a
small speck on a jet black sea cucumber. Translucent, purple, and
beautiful, it was a small crustacean that had evolved to live concealed
in the felt black surface. .
Black as a wet crow's wing, pale mouse plum, thousand year green, dead grass, ashes, daybreak, fallen leaves, wild pigeon, ancient purple, moon white.
Wednesday, May 18, 2016
Wildwood light. I've walked on the Wildwood trail in the Tualatin mountains above my home from beginning to end, in winter, in summer, in spring, and in fall, and all these photos were taken along its path. The light is always changing. I love it most in late afternoon, when the last shafts of sunlight filter through the trees. The Japanese call it Komorebi. 木漏れ日 -- Magnificent light. Wildwood light.
Posted by James Honzik at 2:21 PM