Covering the deep, Watery abyss Is a haunting, Menacing rock. It stays cold until The hottest days Of Summer. So if you want The warmth now, Dive and dive And dive again. Explore and delve The abyss. From above, It looks like a frightening Hole, but inside You will find an Opening beyond All imagining. […]
Well is a hole You dig to get water. Well is healthy (Especially after illness). Well is what happens To eyes filled with Sadness and Joy. Well, well, well. ~ spontaneously composed #micropoem by Stan Stewart ~ Copyright © 2016 by Stan Stewart and muz4now, inc. All Rights Reserved.
My sarcastic side Has been in full effect Leading up to Yuletide. I want to be serious, But there’s a mild Agitation That keeps eking up Through my soul And into my mouth. I can sometimes Keep my tongue from Pronouncing the words In an audible fashion. But occasionally They come out. And (obviously) When
I daydream. A few of my daydreams are attempts to escape what’s right in front of me. Most of them are my imagination calling out to the rest of me to join in with something beautiful. Improvising is a form of daydreaming. In it, the conscious and subconscious mind unite to create the improvisational expression.
Even though I’m in the middle of a songwriting recording stretch, I’m going to tell myself (sort of) that I’m going to have some interludes made of these improvisations for #quest2016. The first introspective invitation came from Susan Piver in the form of What I most need to tell myself about 2016 is… Yes, it’s not
Tears So close to the edge They nestle against Nothing And the fabric of something that wants to work its way out Love Has come undone Willing the bliss of tears To become Tending Belt Up your midsection and Belt Out the blissfulness Short of tears You will love Fluidly Fabulously Finally ~ spontaneously composed by
Well, there he is again. Sure, I thought he was gone. I forgot that he is not here To haunt me; Only to bring the lesson Of my life back to my Heart Again and again. For the heart of the Boy on a bicycle Was surely broken. Yes, it’s been mended Again and again.
When there are rumblings — literal and metaphorical — around the world, it’s easy to be affected by them. That’s what happened to me. First, the earthquake in Nepal had been in the news for days. Friends have started to respond with music and other artforms. My friend, Cornflower, offers one beautiful example. I’m already
When you do things from your soul, you feel a river moving in you, a joy. ~ Rumi This is one of a series of video art collaborations I have created with Tracee Vetting Wolf. (Check out her video channel.) In most of them, she mesmerizes us with her paintbrush and the colors that swirl
Brush sways heads of browned leaves; A stark contrast to the brilliant, glazed snow Shining in the glow of morning sunlight. From this angle, those twigs seem like Darkness or shadow. But shift to the other side and you’ll find It, like the snow, is fully Illuminated. ~ spontaneously composed by Stan Stewart on
