Photography
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These Words
These words are mine to write.They are not yours.They are the clearing in the forestwhere I chant and dance and take chances.These words are mine to write. Your words are yours to write.They are not mine.They are the glass panel… Continue reading
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My Father the Artist
A number of years ago, I imagined what my father (deceased) might say to me about creativity. He was, among other things, a watercolor artist. This is what I wrote at the time: "Dirk, it was never easy for me… Continue reading
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Standing in the Pines
I stand in the pinesa worshipper–sun-warmed needles my incense,hum of wind my hymn.I close my eyes on the past. I stand endlessly in the pines. Text and image © 2011 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved. Continue reading
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Without Mediator or Veil
I keep searching for manageable definitions of mysticism and descriptions of what it means to be a mystic, a pursuit which, I realize, may be inherently contradictory. Nevertheless, I was happy to come across this challenge from Ralph Waldo Emerson:… Continue reading
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Job-Loss, Death, Etc.
From time to timethe vehicle of your life–the one you're driving even as you read this–disappears from the busy streets you navigate dailyand reappears on some empty, unknown, rural road. What landscape is this?Signs point to places you do not… Continue reading
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Temple
Imagine a temple dedicted to what we do not know, to what is beyond imagination, to the vastness beyond vastness (what you may call God). I would expect silence, because that is how I experience awe. The walls would be… Continue reading
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I Belong
"But what do you believe?" I don't believe.I belong. Test and image © 2011 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved. Continue reading
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Ten Titles Missing Their Poems
No One Ever Knew The Density of Love Wanderlust The Cordovan Cocktail My Misspent Couth Eyes Haggard and Cavernous Umbilicus Tinsel Leasing a Heart The Exorcist's Widow Has anyone seen them? Text and image © 2011 by Dirk deVries. All… Continue reading
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The Shore of the World
As a childI stood on the shore of the worldwatching the waves wash toward me–rhythmic, relentless, faithful. I was in love with somethingI had not yet seenbut certaintly touched, or, perhaps, it touched me. Text and image © 2011 by… Continue reading
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Right or Real?
The belief that I am right separates me from others. The knowledge that I am real draws me closer. Text and image © 2011 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved. Continue reading