If Only……
If only I were a heron, I would wake the world
with a cry of joy that the rivers and the forests
and the steams were here for me to employ.  I would
open my eyes and look at the closest thing to me
and I would say, Good Morning, I Love You.
If only I were a heron, I would waddle slowly
through the grasses and I would dip my wings
in the holy waters and I would thank God for the
wonderful world that she created for me.  I would
slowly lift my spirit and my wings would, with a
deep and heavy flapping, lift me about the riff
that is the earth and I would glance down and
glimpse the wonders that were mine for the taking.
If only I were a heron i would cast a shadow over
the water below me and I would watch as i became
a miracle in flight.  If only I were a heron, my life
would flow timelessly through space and my instincts
would guide me even as I had no consciousness of God.
If only I were a heron, and “if-only” only worked like a dream….

The Happy Accident in Art

This one had a very ominous beginning. It was a mis-conception, a birth unwanted and unplanned that yielded a happy accident of colors, shapes and by some fluke of nature looks like a statue of liberty. 

Its very birth is an indication of liberty. it says that anything goes, we can think outside the box, we can live with no agenda and we can allow the universe to show itself to us in any manner that it chooses. Art emerges from a creative impulse. Each artist renders his/her own manner of treating the theme of liberty. Some are tight, small squiggles that become a section of a pen & ink rendering that may have taken hours or days to execute. Others are slow, meandering creatures that move from one task to another the way a turtle finds its way back to the sea. Others yet, proclaim their right to nude, pornographic images depicting scenes from a random bed-room one among many that constitutes the red light district of towns that tolerate such activity. Image