When the soul lies down in that grass, the world is too full to talk about... RUMI
...to lie on
a lush lawn
freshly cut
stalks
sprigs
growing
weeds
rise tall
blade
upon blade
a pasture
grazing
green
soft wet
fens with
dragonfly
rushes &
marsh
land
reeds
bending
slightly
breezes
shifting
between
wild life
fields
rolling hay
rye, rice
cereal
feed us
wheat
berry
dancing
white
powdered
straws &
eating
sugarcane
fests!
Lisa Rivas © 2008
To me a lush carpet of pine needles or spongy grass
is more welcome than the most luxurious Persian rug. Helen Keller
Today, like every other day, we wake up empty
and frightened. Don't open the door to the study
and begin reading. Take down a musical instrument.
Let the beauty we love be what we do.
There are hundreds of ways to kneel and kiss the ground.
Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and right doing,
there is a field. I'll meet you there.
When the soul lies down in that grass,
the world is too full to talk about.
Ideas, language, even the phrase each other
doesn't make any sense.
The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you.
Don't go back to sleep.
You must ask for what you really want.
Don't go back to sleep.
People are going back and forth across the doorsill
where the two worlds touch.
The door is round and open.
Don't go back to sleep.
I would love to kiss you.
The price of kissing is your life.
Now my loving is running to my life shouting,
What a bargain, let's buy it.
Daylight, full of small dancing particles
and the one great turning, our souls
are dancing with you, without feet, they dance.
Can you see them when I whisper in your ear?
They try to say what you are, spiritual or sexual?
They wonder about Solomon and all his wives.
In the body of the world, they say, there is a soul
and you are that.
But we have ways within each other
that will never be said by anyone.
Come to the orchard in Spring.
There is light and wine, and sweethearts in the pomegranate flowers.
If you do not come, these do not matter.
If you do come, these do not matter.
beautiful words... and the images are a perfect complement!
Posted by: melanie | October 16, 2008 at 05:32 PM
I love this. Didn't think to honor the grass that makes the field. Very observant and creative. I think that's why I have come to love Inspire Me Thursdays...they provide a glimpse into different perspectives...
Posted by: Trish | October 15, 2008 at 03:21 PM
wonderful variations i see the changing seasons in all pieces. the words are wonderful, i feel the need to contemplate.
Posted by: s.l.greek | October 13, 2008 at 09:34 PM
Wonderful images.
Fields of grass do touch us in deep places!
Posted by: Tammie | October 12, 2008 at 11:07 AM
Fun to see the different versions/perspectives. I like your closer and creative look at grass as a response to the prompt.
Posted by: Deb G | October 11, 2008 at 08:12 AM
Yes, they are all the same image with different image effects, modes, formats, flips or rotations.
I made the original green grass picture turn to grain and also pass thru the seasons...
Posted by: Lisa Rivas | October 08, 2008 at 11:20 AM
you have a whole scatterlings thing going on here. (ha - couldn't resist) They are almost the same images for the changing seasons
Posted by: AscenderRisesAbove | October 08, 2008 at 11:05 AM
Oh Lisa, these beautiful words and images made me cry - they are so powerful and evocative - and so much bring alive all that you describe. This is such beautiful work - so full of treasures:-)
Posted by: linda sarah | October 08, 2008 at 08:28 AM