Weekly Mandala: Orgone Ululation

The dive took years of my life.
Controlling my every motion,
I swam through surging storms.
Finally, I held my breath
long enough to reach bottom.
 
I found structures beneath the waves,
but not a solid new landscape as I had expected.
It was merely a complexity of form.
Despite the extremities of their absolutes,
the dense twisting gears beneath me
and the undulant energies I floated within
were born within the same scale.

I laughed and emptied my lungs,
let my breath run free in a hail of bubbles.
I no longer needed it.

Recommended Listening:
Jóhann Jóhannsson
Tu Non Mi Perderai Mai
from TOUCH 25

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Weekly Mandala: Blue Lotus

In the chambers of mind,
I found that its shape would not sit
for the painting of a moment of stillness,
but shifted and gamboled in the inkling.
It ran both near and far
and laughed at my notions of direction and destiny.
No matter my reservations or protests,
it always danced.

Recommended Listening:
Jóhann Jóhannsson
Fordlândia
from Fordlândia

{Digital Images manipulated in Adobe Photoshop}

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Edge of the Known

mad with grief

my dangerous loss

skin peeled back

only werewolf shows

all negotiation gone

I am lost

feared and cornered

sandwich of horror

I'm gonna eat

gonna eat me

leave me be

leave me be

if you don't

leave me be

I'll eat you 

too

Shiva's Trident Lands

 

From the heavens a great sound was heard.
It shook the very ground in its passing,

like thunder and the shattering of glass and the cries of a thousand voices.

The light radiated out from the impact,

transforming all that it touched.

Above it all, the Lord of Transformation watched

impassive and intent,

focused on stern task of

changing the world.

Recommended Listening:
Swans
Feel Happiness
from Swans Are Dead

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From the Archives: Night is Come (Alternate Ending)

 

Here is Night is Come as it was originally published, with the alternate ending of three added pages.  There was a bit of time between the creation of the two endings leading to a few stylistic differences.

From The Archives: Night is Come (Original Ending)

This set was created a long time ago.  It was self-published in a small ashcan comic with another story, Winter.  This was another attempt on my part to marry poetry and comics...as well as a bit of spiritual philosophy.  I've never felt like I've ever gotten it quite right, but this is the closest I feel I've ever come.  The first two images are some of my favorite things I've ever drawn.

Weekly Mandala: The Fire of Winter

Under snow and ice and white
the earth boils and burns.
Only its cold face sleeps.
Behind its languid eyes,
the toil of a dream spits like a roiling furnace.
Deep beneath snow laden tree and frozen soil,
bone cold rock and glacial mountain,
the fire of the sun spins and uncoils
pushing itself out towards birth.