Mark Rothko
“Silence is so accurate.”
When I forget and
dozen-dip the brush,
pure color turns muddy brown.
From here forward is a
letter to myself:
Silence the world;
breath into simple.
Dip your brush into
cups of Gratitude
and Trust:
broad stroke the linen a sunny reflection.
Gratitude is the gentle one
shining on nettles and narcissus,
stink bug and swallowtail.
Trust is the fire pit, you
who
fiercely face forward into change.
What is change, you wonder.
It looks like
yang yearns for yin, and
reaches for her on every curving edge –
cusping them both toward the
round and round motion of creation,
a pirouette circling
same and strange.
Watch the swirl off the bristles;
see the blending and oozing
into every inch of what is and what will be.
Doubt is fear for opening the gift given.
It delays you.
You know.
I raised you better than that.
Allow doubt for just a down beat, then shift up;
you are the artist
and deservedly so.
Two colors,
One canvas
and
– silence.
(Awake in 365 days cleared my palette today; thanks for your steady and true truths!)
Life as Improv 