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.