Trevor J Potter's Art: The Apple Tree.( Completely Re-Written Poem).

Trevor J Potter's Art: The Apple Tree.( Completely Re-Written Poem).: The scent of Buddha in the morning mist. Drops of Christ`s Blood spilt on tarmac. When the traffic stops the dawn chorus has a say. This App...

Simplicity. (Working out my current Philosophy).

 I much prefer simplicity to complex patterns. Simplicity has a greater depth than many intricate patterns. Buddhists are right to suggest that God is subject to the Law of Karma. The whole Multiverse is and therefore God is. Interconnectedness and interbeing are fundamental to the evolving Universe / Multiverse of which we are a part. We are all stardust. And the whole Multiverse is conscious, but not selfishly so, which is the hallmark of the human intellect. Both Buddha and Jesus were aware that selfishness / selfcentredness blocks us from being able to live in harmony with all people, all beings, all things. Selfless love repairs the damage, and that is why real Christians say God is love. But god is subject to the Law of Karma and therefore only a part of the bigger picture. God is the human intellect colonising the Multiverse, with all that implies. I think that The Ground of Being is a far better description of the interconnected consciousness that is fundamental to the evolution of the Universe / Multiverse. So get involved in straight forward simple things. Love the planet and do not pollute and degrade it. We are a part of the planet and the planet is a part of us. Love thy neighbour and thy enemy. We humans are all interconnected and rely on each other to live peaceful and creative lives. Peace to all Beings. Respect the Earth, the Moon, the Stars. Meditate once or twice a day to centre yourselves, to be at peaceful Oneness with all things. Stop making rules that restrict free travel and turn people into refugees. To be a refugee is to be classified an outcaste, and no human can be an outcaste on Mother Earth. We all belong here and so there should be no barriers whatsoever. Use the word God if you like, but know it is only shorthand for much bigger ideas. I suppose the simple solution is to say that God is Everything, but then Everything is subject to the Law of Karma.

Trevor  John Karsavin Potter. 21st. April 2024

Colour is Intoxicating.

There is a Whole World Out There.

 

Pink White Black and Yellow.

 

Restlessness. (Now Completed Poem and Two Pictures). For the girl with laughing eyes.

Mandala of Chaos and Order.

Green Buddha.

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Restlessness.

After twenty years her frail scent, her mystique lingers. -
On the brink of sleep

I drift slowly away from the orbit

Of my critical mind

Into the deeps of Universal Consciousness,

Scribbling without planning over a well structured image

The graffiti of broken dreams.

I cannot describe love or pain or truth,

Only the order and restlessness they inspire.

I gently touch where she once slept and snuggled.-

I`ve been told we two have traversed many lives but never lived together,

Loved beyond price but only occasional visitors.

Watching you leave my house for your home in France

I sense my mind go with you, but my shadow stays here by the door.

Trevor John Karsavin Potter, 

10th. - 11th.-12th.  April 2024.

 When we are on the brink of sleep time disappears and today - tomorrow - and the long gone past merge into one coherent experience.

Joy Time.(Pictures and Poem - "My House is a Temple".).

 My house is a Temple -

A Temple of joy -

Of peace -

Of love -

Of laughter.

My house is a place of creativity -

Of music - Of stillness -

My house is where Buddha and Jesus meet

To bless the children - The old folk - The whole space.

My house is a flower opening in time,

Yet part of a Universe that has no time.

My house is a love nest - A place to hold hands -

A place to kiss.

My house is a Temple.

Trevor John Karsavin Potter, 

April 5th. 2024.

Improvised Guitar.(2 Pictures with words).

The first stringed instrument I owned was a banana box and some twine. Life has been one long improvisation ever since. Happy All Fools Day. But don`t despair, the natural state of humans is constant change and foolishness. Just relax and laugh at that.

Trevor John Karsavin Potter. 1st. April 2024. 

Trevor J Potter's Art: Buddhist Spring Garden, Pink on Green.The tangle o...

Trevor J Potter's Art: Buddhist Spring Garden, Pink on Green.The tangle o...:  

Old Tyme Techno.

 

Stormy March Night.

 

Simplified Forms Clarified.

 

Buddhist Spring Garden, Pink on Green.The tangle of the West Meets the Simplicity of the East.

 

Spring Morning.

 

Zoe.(Revised Poem).

 Yellow and white are my sacred colours.

We made love for the first time

Among the Easter daffodils

By the cold grey lake.-

Unconcerened by our adolescent intensity

Mute swans drifted by like regal saints.

Our last hugs came forty plus years later,

This time indoors, in a half completed building,

The Kilburn traffic shaking doors and windows.

The intensity was the same,

But more acute with terror and raw regret,

The past calling us back to where we could not go.

A zig zag surgical scar

Wrecked your perfect body

When you would have preferred to drift into Nirvana

Early rather than late.

You had once introduced me to a Hindu goddess,

Perhaps she was now whispering in your mind.

This time there was no talk of swans and daffodils,

No ducking low when the park keeper walked by

His rubber torch flashing like a fog bound Lighthouse.

Instead you gave me a pot of natural honey

And a cactus that quickly died.

I suppose we were married in a quirky sort of way,

We had never lived together

But were never really apart.

The excuse was that we were both too independent,

But our first nervous kiss prefaced a different story.

April whites and yellows remain my sacred colours,

Please Don`t dig up the lake side

To replace them with blues and mauves.

Trevor John Karsavin Potter, 

12th.-14th. March 2024.

Colour is Everything.

 

Chaos Mandala.

 

Springtime Happiness.

 

Trevor J Potter's Art: February Evening, The Revellers Returned. (Revised).

Trevor J Potter's Art: February Evening, The Revellers Returned. (Revised).: The cat turns her back on the painted birds, They cannot entice her. She stares satirically out of the high window Looking for something mea...

Trevor J Potter's Art: The Wave. The Month of February. (New Re-written V...

Trevor J Potter's Art: The Wave. The Month of February. (New Re-written V...: We forget the boats Barely buoyant in a trough of raw sea. The giant claw of water poised above them Dominates this blue world Almost c...

Trevor J Potter's Art: Californian Buddhist Wedding.

Trevor J Potter's Art: Californian Buddhist Wedding.: The cicadas in the distant gardens presaged heat. In those moments the world seemed transfigured by hope As we stood side by side on the ...

Paul`s Plank.

 

Looking Through Different Windows.(4 Pictures & 1 New Poem).

Seeking the truth 

I look through several windows 

But find they are just mirrors of my mind. 

Sometime soon I shall set up home near the lake, 

Watching the ripples spread when swans migrate 

And the occasional red leaf falls. 

An Apartment in town is no longer right for me. 

It is time to heal all wounds.

Trevor John Karsavin Potter. 

26th. - 27th. February 2024.

Improvised After Meditation.

 

My Winter Garden.

 

Yin & Yang - Zen Wodwo Entanglement. East Interacts with West. Out of Chaos comes Simplicity.

Order unravels to find form.

An Old Artist Hopes His Life Has Meaning.

 We have crossed the border,

Crossed from January into February,

And soon it shall be March.

Now that I have passed eighty

I seldom go out in winter,

I have always hated the cold

And now I fear the dark.

Since lockdown I have spent the long hours painting,

Or writing poems more intimate and honest

Than I dared attempt when young. 

Now I am old, like Buddha, I live in the moment,

And yet I still dream daily about the future.

I hope that when I no longer  can paint or write,

Friends and family will save my poems and pictures.

Trevor John Karsavin Potter, 

1st. February 2024.

Written after watching a TV programme about Du Fu.

Trevor J Potter's Art: The Brown Paper Bag. (Revised).

Trevor J Potter's Art: The Brown Paper Bag. (Revised).: This envelope is so beautiful                           I do not want to open it, Brown paper the colour of fallen leaves. This envelope is ...

The Brown Paper Envelope. (Revised).

This envelope is so beautiful

                          I do not want to open it,

Brown paper the colour of fallen leaves.

This envelope is perhaps a flower,

An autumn bloom pierced with shards of light ;

An unread book,

            The poems of Thich Nhat Hahn.

This envelope is not a leaf,

And yet one day it may become one;

A single page danced upon by words.

Trevor John Karsavin Potter, 

31st. January 2024. 

Order Unravelling.

 

Next Trip We Might Land.

Yin and Yang. 2nd. Image.(Correct Colours).

Yin & Yang. 1st. Image.

 

Calm Morning.

 

After 2 Cups of Macha I Drew an Abstract Tree.(Completed).

Night Storm.- The Litter is Flying.

Spring & Winter. Tiny Chinese Screen. Plus close ups.