C'est exactement ça

Love grows strong

When our hearts drive

Kindness together with will.

We are then like songs

That interweave

And expand.

It's all about death and resurrection.

In light of that materialism doesn't make much sense.

The pinnacles of wealth and success

Slow things down.

When we decompress our expectations

We become more integrated.

( Marry an eskimo brother twin mine,

And twine the event around 

Clarity tongues can tell.)

(C) Tobeimean Peter 2012

Holding Together...

Flow words.

Reach me

And stir

New ideas!

Help me 

Be a part

Of helping 

People help

The world.

World, the people help you

Because by helping 

They hope to bring forth

Epochs of conceptual embrace

With you - an Harmony.

Words flow in a world

Where people help.

In helping, people

Live in epochs of ideas.

These ideas

Are capable

Of stirring  worlds.

BIG IDEAS.

Let my ideas flow

Into the world

And help people

To help each other.

May my time

Be an epoch

Of great feelings

And ideas.

May my words

Stir minds

To transcendence.

For I to make Art everyday

I must be of a transcendent heart.

Everyday I will act as a channel

Of Energy and History.

These are the well-springs of my creativity.

It's a gritty thing this coursing of the Tao.

I've set my will to lightening

Hearts and Intelligences.

I've set my mind to adding

Everyday, another piece

Of the puzzle.

The territories of my intuition

Wait to be explored.

My thoughts and feelings

Are my conveyance.

I've developed some pretty unusual

Ideas.

I will try to convey them to you.

The texture of  my ideas

begs dramatic enactment.

Mallarme's chance is never diminished,

But the cosmos 'packets' chance.

Devotion is the vehicle by which

Chance is nourished.

Devotion creates a 'charge'

That draws chance.

Devotion builds charges of energy.

These charges effect chance occurrence.

Every day learn to give.

Devotion is a bridge across the void.

The intuitions we have

In our lives 

Are the core and mind of matter.

(C) Tobeimean Peter 2012

AN HOUR

A plutonium visage
Smiles radiant.
Shadows curtain-curtsy
To the chatter of insects.
This is the face
Of an Hour.


Whatever the gain --
No musculature betrays its host
Without regret.
Anguish -- the naked blade
Lies rusting on the lawn
For years.

This is about Ideals.

This is a consideration of dying 

Without reaching your potential.

This is after all

About finishing

What you came here to do.

(C) Tobeimean Peter 2012

Deja-Vu

I think memory plays a big role in the creative side of an action. The sense of deja-vu engulfs me in the echo of a bell. Deja-vu was believed to be holy at Stonehenge, and all the great temples of the world. It is still thought of as a liminal sense-perception. It is an ordinary glimpse into the perceptual state we call "wonder." We are like Odysseus, coming home after a long absence.

The theme of Love is most marked when driven by selfless acts of kindness. The Master consciousness is reborn in sharper perception each time we are kind. Let drop the blinders of materialism. There are other solutions. Success is a pinnacle that doesn't need to be measured, and certainly does not need to be attended by such pressure.

When divisions are addressed, people begin to figure out how to get along. There is peace. This seems worthy. Shifts in the way we think about materiality, and the coordination of materiality in our societies are necessary.

(C) Tobeimean Peter 2012

RECENT WORK at ARTSLANT

Slideshow of RECENT VISUAL ARTWORKS

THE AEGIS

The Aegis sleeps

Beneath stones,

Awaiting its Awakening

When Thought

Stirs Her throat of bronze.

It reflects the sky,

And manifests

In a spider's web.

(Archetypes strike mystic toll,

And linger in memory's rage.

Pearls reign in the night.

The Aegis whistles

In bustles of tumbled marble

Bursting fish-eyed

Till Being buzzes awe.)

The Aegis calls fossils

Up in gyroscopy,

Spinning like 

Corner-blocks of time.

It refashions the images

Our ancestors knew,

And generates the energy

That keeps the Universe

From running down.

(All we feel in our fingers

Is the periphery of touch.

Everything we see is light.

Hearing is a rush of air.

The Aegis waits

Beyond the locus of the senses.)

Shades murmur grappled swells,

Moaning rivulets

And suckling the mouth of Spring.

The Aegis 

Is the presence which illuminates,

But never betrays its core.

(C) Tobeimean Peter 2011

COURAGE

Your mind cannot construct

An image that will last forever.
Drop your mask.
When you embrace everything 
With the courage of a lover,
Torrents of flame
Pour forth from your heart’s core.
There is no residual ash.

(C) Tobeimean Peter 2011