Monday, February 27, 2006

IF-Tea

Tea with the Bodhisattva

The drifting petal came to ground.
The laughter chimed its perfect round.
The broken syllable was ended.
And I, so certain and so friended,
How could I cloud, or how distress,
The heaven of your unconsciousness?

from Dining-Room Tea by Rupert Brooke

10 Comments:

Blogger Terri said...

Is it possible for something to be visually poetic? I think so...this is. Beautiful Alex.

11:08 PM  
Blogger Anonymous said...

Agree visually poetic ... excellent warmth :)

11:57 PM  
Blogger Roz Foster said...

Love your whimsical, spontaneous work. Such warm, vibrant, living colors!

You say you are a "seeker." What are you seeking?

7:23 AM  
Blogger HARDWAX said...

Like the warm pastel feel to this, very pleasant to view, and the poetry fits perfectly.

9:07 AM  
Blogger Ellen said...

Oh, I am sooo putting you in my favorites! Great illustration!!

7:53 PM  
Blogger steve said...

Wow--so warm, spirirual and contemplative. Fantastic job here.

8:39 PM  
Blogger Laura said...

***siiiiigh*** huggy huggy

9:34 AM  
Blogger Kaya said...

beautiful and dreamlike. I love your other illustrations and choice of quotes. Nice stuff.

1:23 PM  
Blogger AscenderRisesAbove said...

Beautiful poem to go with the beautiful illustration. I love how subtle it is

4:26 PM  
Blogger alex said...

Thank you all for your wonderful comments! You rock my world!

Roz: Right now I am seeking the answer to your very good question. :-)

anonymous: I always love to hear from you

Terri: I so love you.

LD: Ditto Ditto Ditto

Ellen: Wow! I am honored!

Hardwax: coming from you that means the world.

Steve: My my! I love your comment. As soon as I can navigate away from this window I am coming over for a visit.

Kaya and Ascenderrisesavove: I'm coming over your way too.

Thanks you wonderous beings.

12:22 PM  

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