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The Ultimate
Artist
How many shades of green surround ..
The delicate beauty of the clematis ..
Luscious growth spreading bridal white trails ..
Into the mystical depths of the bush.
Lime grass .. brush-stroked ..
Across a chunky palette ..
Of rich terracotta red .. begs for canvas ..
For knife to capture .. bright greens ..
Crunching into storm-dark slate blue.
Shrouded in light-drizzled swirling mist ..
Slashed erratically ..
With volcanic red earth scars.
Tree-forms offer themselves ..
To the sky-god ..
Bleached lifeless limbs ..
Arthritic fingers outstretched.
So much beauty in this world ..
So much heart-song ..
Even on this gray wind-worn day ..
The balance ..
The dance of life .. and death ..
And .. life reborn .. recycled.
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Native N.Z. 'Clematis paniculata'
Photo courtesy of George Gibson, Kiwitravel Ltd
The seemingly negative forces .. of nature ..
The rough wildness .. cancerous decay ..
And .. the vultures .. parasites ..
Are the same here .. as everywhere ..
Necessary elements.
1996
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Piha Beach
Cave,
Waitakere, New Zealand
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Heartsong
The importance of you .. in my life ..
Is something I reflect upon ..
Everyday.
My heart is .. so crammed full .. of you
..
All I want .. is to touch you ..with ..
My softness .. envelope you ..
With my love.
I could pretend .. you don't matter .. to
me .. Tuck you away .. in the back of my mind ..
Like the others ..
And get on ... with my life.
But sometimes .. I see in you ..
A reflection of .. my heartsong ...
And the seeing ... keeps me near you.
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Primal Tap
Endless time passes ... Aware ...
Of thoughts ... Flowing ... Ebbing ...
A tide of melodious rhythm ...
Washes over ... Memories ...
Softening ... Exploring ...
Searching for insight.
Deep melancholy ...
Seeps through the surface ...
Flooding my mind ...
With unwanted mementos ...
Primal tap full on ...
Releasing scene after scene ...
Replayed ... Observed each time ...
From a different perspective ...
Hoping to see ...
Without ...
The suffocating interference ...
Of my ego.
1995
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Matarangi
Beach, New Zealand
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Waterfall,
Coromandel Peninsula, New Zealand
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Yesterday's Drama
How is it ...
That the intensity of feeling ...
That was yesterday ...
Escapes me today?
The cause ... the drama ...
The plans ... of this moment ...
May ... tomorrow ... seem ...
Slightly ridiculous ...
Leaving me shamed ...
By my shallowness.
1981
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Premonitions
The people are restless ....
Something in the air .....
A whisper of distant thunder ....
Intuitions ....
Dreams .....
Vague outlines .....
Like faraway hills shrouded by mist.
1981
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Mt Eden
Summit, Auckland,
New Zealand
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Stream,
Coromandel, N.Z.
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Fairy Dew
The sun ... rising ... reaches out ...
Stretching ... spreading ...
Brilliant tentacles ... touching ...
Setting alight ... the fire within.
Each fairy droplet ... of dew ...
Sitting ... balanced ...
Precariously ...
Upon a million leaves ...
Stirring lazily ... whispering ...
Turning each surface ...
Toward the majesty.
Birdsong weaves through the leaves ...
Entwined with the fresh trinkle ... of watersound ... Drifting from ...
a mysterious space ...
Below the treeferns ...
Entranced ... I stare ...
In rapt wonder ... and see ...
The glorious magical truth ...
Inside each glistening fairylight soul.
1995
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Multiple Exposure
Impressions ..
Captured in the fabric of the Universe ..
Caught for eternity ..
Invisible suspended particles.
Each power surge of thought ..
Rippling forever outward ..
Influencing .. affecting.
As the skies are affected ..
By the sun on the horizon ..
As waves of sound vibrate ..
So too does the Universe dance ..
To every minute electrical impulse ..
Of each atom.
Each creation caught .. stored ..
In the Universal Bank ....
Like images captured by a camera lens ..
They wait for the Mind ..
To develop them ..
As imaginings .. ideas ..
Creations .. inspirations..
On the emulsion of our minds.
1996.
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Mt. Maunganui Harbour, N.Z.
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My son Matthew
(11)
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The Gift
Given the chance ...
I would give you everything ...
But all I truly have ...
Is myself
So ...
All I can give ...
Is my love ...
All I can share ...
Are my dreams ...
All you can touch ...
Is my soul.
1995
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Cape Palliser
Walking barefoot in the cold of August ..
Along a pebbled beach ..
Ankle deep in ice needles .. pain ..
Wetsuit tight against my skin .. too tight
The cloud .. ominous black ..
Comes fast behind ..
Nearly there .. hail-stones pelt my head ..
As I sink slowly into the sea
Fear jumps .. takes grip ..
At the long black shape ..
Moving through murky seas ..
I push toward the surface ..
Shameful relief .. weed
Bobbing like a cork on the swell ..
Need more weights ..
The sea lifts me like flotsam ..
Tossing me backward ..
Onto the rock
Stunned .. I lie .. and wonder how long ..
Before the pain fades
Where is the foolcrazy one ..
Who brought me to this hell of a place ..
Doesn't he know .. I'm just a girl?
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Me, Auckland, New Zealand
Battered .. exhausted ..
I crawl to the beach .. tearful ..
At the prospect of .. the long walk back ..
Back to the van .. warm clothes ..
Hot coffee .. and ..
Paua Steaks.
1978
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My son Jay, 21
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Winter in the city
Once upon a time ..
I slid down a snow-slope ..
On a PVC raincoat ..
Created "Venus: Snowwoman" ..
At midnight in Christchurch
I found a power-place ..
Of crystal waters and bush greens ..
Explored caves darker than night ..
And saw another world encapsulated ..
In a rock-pool
I watched October ..
Turn the snow of Milford Sounds ..
Into a thousand waterfalls ..
And bathed in ice-water ..
Cape Palliser, August ..
Watched seals play ..
Just metres away ..
As I cooked crayfish ...paua ..
Over the campfire ..
On a clear blue winter's day
Soon little son .. soon we will live ..
But for now .. in this grey city place ..
We must stay.
1981
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Refined
Madness
On the body of the world ...
We crawl ...
Reproducing ...
Refining ourselves ...
Improving our ability ...
To mutilate ...
Our host.
1980 |
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Titirangi
Native Bush, N.Z.
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Northland, New
Zealand
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Oversized Ego
Is the mind ..
Nature's plan ..
For a superior species?
Are all our thoughts ..
Inspirations ..
A lost cause ..
Without effect?
I cannot believe ..
It is so ..
How can there be ..
Rhythm ..
Without reason ..
And who ..
Is Nature anyway.
1980
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Too Close
Truly ...
I would like to ...
Step outside ...
Of myself ...
And ...
See me ...
As do others ...
Without ...
The rose-tinted interference ...
Of my self-love.
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Cave near
Waitomo, N.Z.
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Fungus in Tree
Stump
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In Unison
Trying not to give is unnatural ..
Uncomfortable ..
It creates an ache ..
A need to exhale
Giving all you have ..
Causes imbalance ..
Emptiness ..
A need to inhale
I will share .. all I have ..
Willingly ..
but .. all I take .. must be given .. Unconditionally ..
If I am to breathe in unison ..
With the Source.
1996
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The Beach
How can I know what I am ..
What you are .. what we could become ..
Given time .. an agony of trying ..
Hoping for a glimpse ..
An understanding .. insight ...
Now
Everything is clear .. simple
Vibrations .. atoms ..
Creations from the Artist ..
Pure love is unselfish .. and ..
Grains of sand alone ... do not make a beach.
Do you see the connection .. between us all ..
Every cell .. each minute particle .. all one ..
One Whole.
1996
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Mangawhai
Heads, N.Z.
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Cape Palliser,
N.Z.
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Cape Palliser Portrait
Huge smooth stones ...
Guide the stream to the sea ...
Angular volcanic cliffs ...
In dusky sunset hues ...
Jut ... into sky ...
Anyone venturing here ...
Will feel their tiny-ness ...
Become part of the rock and sea
Turquoise deep the rockpool is ...
Incredibly beautiful ...
With rhythmical grace ...
The life within dances ...
To the sound of its Creator
The sea ... crashing upon rock ...
Thunders a threat ...
Flings delicate spraylace at seals ...
Who dare to smirk ...
To laugh in her face ...
Pompous little beasts.
1980
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The Old Straw
Hat
On my wall hangs Picasso ...
Van Gogh too.
Yet ...
An ancient straw hat ...
Perched on a nail ...
Above a small print ...
Of a tidal creek ...
Long bleached grass ...
Stretching ...
Toward the beach ...
Stirs a memory ...
A dream.
1980 |
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Karekare
Beach, Waitakere, N.Z.
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Breton
National Wildlife Refuge,
North America
Photo courtesy of 'Charlie'.
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The Performance
The show is over, imagination ...
You ...
Are hyperactive ...
Get back in your cage ...
So I ...
Can go ...
Clean your lair ...
Water your tree ...
And rest.
1980.
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