Trevor J Potter's Art: Satori in the Time of Covid. (Revised)

Trevor J Potter's Art: Satori in the Time of Covid. (Revised):  A sudden moment of inexplicable joy, The sky white with light on a cold dull day. Sad Rooks, vagabonds hunched in skeletal                 ...

Two Poems. (1) Missing Ivy.(2) Pathetique Sonata.(Revised).

          Missing Ivy.

Walking alone in the mountains

I think of you - so far away

Watching the cars go by.

Trevor John Karsavin Potter.

October 6th. 2020.

               2.

Pathetique Sonata.

Like Chinese poetry

This music confines sorrow

To a few black lines

Lines drawn on fine paper

By a wavering hand 

Trevor John Karsavin Potter.

October 8th. 2020.

Trevor J Potter's Art: A Miracle of Rainbows. (Revised).

Trevor J Potter's Art: A Miracle of Rainbows. (Revised).: A Miracle of Rainbows, Part 2 of Rainbows and a Nightingale. That day I thought the sky was full of angels, Two double rainbows high abo...

Trevor J Potter's Art: Rainbows and a Nightingale. (New Ending).

Trevor J Potter's Art: Rainbows and a Nightingale. (New Ending).:       Rainbows and a Nightingale. (Summer 1967 Recalled). Although it is just passed midsummer, Wednesday the 1st. of July 2020, The ev...

Soft October Rain.

 The rain dances on my skin.

Lute strings imitate drum riffs

Tapped out on pavement and Birch trees.

Lute strings dissolving in tears

When they touch the earth.

The world is an intimate orchestra

To which we all belong,

To which we all add momentary key

                                             changes.

Lute strings - cool and delicate - dance

                                 against my skin,

Muted strings tap tapping out soft rhythms

Before the sun strikes through

                         the timpani of clouds.

There is a gentle solace in the fall of rain,

In the soft coolness of moisture on skin.

When the sun strikes through

                        harmony breaks apart.

Trevor John Karsavin Potter.

October 2nd. - 3rd. 2020.

(1) A Moment of Understanding. (2) Hydrangea.

A Moment of Understanding.

 The Buddha Nature within me

and

The Christ nature within me

Are the Holy Spirit

Are One and the Same.

Together they teach me Compassion.

Together they lead to Nirvana.

This has been so since my birth.

This has been so since before then.

Buddha within me -

Buddha before me -

Buddha beneath me -

Buddha above me.

Saint Patrick on the wind swept mountain

Saw what Bodhidharma knew.

Christ within me -

Christ before me -

Christ beneath me -

Christ above me.

Only the words are distinct - are different.

Only the words are a problem.

Trevor John Karsavin Potter.

29th. September 2020.

         Hydrangea.

These flowers are no longer soft,

They have the texture of brown paper,

As rough to the skin as late October winds.

 Trevor John Karsavin Potter. 

29th. September 2020.

Trevor J Potter's Art: (1) Listening to Scriabin.(Completed Poem) (2) The...

Trevor J Potter's Art: (1) Listening to Scriabin.(Completed Poem) (2) The...: Listening to Scriabin. (Completed Poem). Burdened with sound The air becomes dark, like the depths of the ocean; Slow waves moving over...