Confluence of Nature in Mural and Poetry
"Heaven is under our feet as well as over our heads."
- Henry David Thoreau
Mural and Verses by Abe V Rotor
Living with Nature - School on Blog
Painting Lesson: Convert those empty walls, dead end corridors, hanging spaces, blank concrete fences, into Nature mural. Bring Nature inside your home. Instead of facing a blank wall, you will enjoy watching a waterfall. Stair case among rocks is a good idea. Pavements appear wet as a stream flows by. This is of course in the imagination. A rock breaks monotony of space, it creates a hidden view. Trees give a feeling of strength and height, and make you imagine of many creatures living there. Make the cloud a curtain, which opens in part to reveal flying birds, a rainbow, peeping sun, a stairway to the "Lost Horizon."
Make mural painting a family affair. Write a story or poem about your mural. Call author through this Blog for assistance - avrotor.blogspot.com
Confluence of Nature mural in acrylic on canvas, (9ft x 8ft) by the author, 2010
Confluence of nature, unity in diversity,
where sky meets land, river flows to sea,
where time and space, matter and energy
are in union and joyful harmony,
where time and space, matter and energy
are in union and joyful harmony,
omnipotence of no other but Thee.
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We don’t inherit the earth from our ancestors, we borrow it
from our children. - Native American proverb
Nymphaea wakes up in red, pink and white,
to the rising sun in glory and ease,
but ephemeral these flowers are at sunset
sinking into the night in peace.
to the rising sun in glory and ease,
but ephemeral these flowers are at sunset
sinking into the night in peace.
Hurry up the bees, the flowers cannot wait,
hurry up the lovers to the morning chime,
the lonely, the old, the sick, the meek;
beauty to behold in the nick of time.
hurry up the lovers to the morning chime,
the lonely, the old, the sick, the meek;
beauty to behold in the nick of time.
Mirage - vision beyond any sense,
not to the eye or the range of a lens;
the sun peeps under a cloak of green,
something stirs seen and unseen.
not to the eye or the range of a lens;
the sun peeps under a cloak of green,
something stirs seen and unseen.
Do fish ever sleep?
I wonder like I wonder
if sheep ever sleep
on some grassy hill,
and the gentle fish
in a peaceful cove.
But where is that
peaceful cove
and that grassy hill?
I wonder like I wonder
if sheep ever sleep
on some grassy hill,
and the gentle fish
in a peaceful cove.
But where is that
peaceful cove
and that grassy hill?
Living on the edge, the land by the sea,
the woods on the levee
cling to the living and dead, new and old,
taming the cruel and bold.
Transient is life, it's just a breathe away;
make it long, we pray.
We live on the edge of time and space,
of mortality and grace.
Nothing is impermeable,
the woods on the levee
cling to the living and dead, new and old,
taming the cruel and bold.
Transient is life, it's just a breathe away;
make it long, we pray.
We live on the edge of time and space,
of mortality and grace.
Nothing is impermeable,
Nothing is impenetrable;
Ask the sun and the wind,
The human mind and will.
Ask the sun and the wind,
The human mind and will.
Rage with fire, burn the sky, bled the heart,
Fire the kiss of life, fire the kiss of death;
And when your petals fall, so with your seed,
Fire the kiss of death, fire the kiss of life;
And beauty the brief passing of time and grief.
Fire the kiss of life, fire the kiss of death;
And when your petals fall, so with your seed,
Fire the kiss of death, fire the kiss of life;
And beauty the brief passing of time and grief.
How many falls do you tumble all the time?
And songs you sing in rhythm and rhyme?
Oh, you are simply filled with awe and joy.
And I, I wish I were forever a boy -
I ride on your crest, plunge into your floor,
Inside your womb I'm a child once more,
Together we flow, and I'm weaned out to sea
To tell the world of a beautiful story. ~
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"Adopt the pace of nature. Her secret is patience". - Ralph Waldo Emerson
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