12 Haiku for Kandinsky’s Colour Theory
Blue recedes, turns in,
Ascends to inner heaven
Soaring flute spirit
Blue retreats, darkens,
Inutterable grief follows
An organ thunders
Yellow flings itself
Outward, forward, overspreads -
Mad shrill lunacy
Green rests actively:
Pause between advance/retreat
Soothes with violins
Gray is paralyzed,
No potential for movement
Mute, no grief, no joy
White, beyond out touch,
The nothingness before birth
A pregnant silence
Black, an endless wall
Ashes of a funeral pyre
Profound, final pause
Red glows for itself
Rings inwardly, maturely
Triumph, strong trumpets
Orange is a man
Convinced of his own powers
An old violin
Cool red, self contained
Less active, it waits its turn
A cello’s sad tones
Violet’s cooled soul
Sad, old, ailing or mourning
A deep English horn
Brown, plus… fleck of red?
Indescribable beauty!
Thunders like a drum
Haiku from the Neu Pinakothek
Nostrils flare, manes fly
Walter Crane is painting sea foam
Frenzied hoofbeats pound
Nine Haiku to Make my Gnostic Response to Hans Memling’s Altarpiece in the Alte Pinakothek
Where is Heaven?
In you and all around you
Always-already now
Make the two-ness One
Outer and inner at once
Single. Do you see?
Male and female, One
You, I, us, them, man, beast, tree
Can't be divided
The world, these old selves
Illusions of separateness
Blind you, make you dead
Wake up! Come to Life!
Who lacks Self knowledge lacks all
Few are diving deep
Tear off your old rags
Trample your old identity
You are perfect Light
On the day you see
The Light of your own true Self
You will rejoice, truly
He who drinks my words,
Shall see like me, be like me
Equal in the All
This enters your heart
to return you to your source
Have no fear of death
