Meditations and variations
evoked by my artist's palette that
were written in Paris in November 1993 and in Lebanon 2005
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of the Sun
Waves of cobalt blue and emerald skies
break on yellow'd plains,
Ochres and orange fields surge on to new terrain,
And a sudden quivering brushstroke makes all dance!!!
What dialogue 'twixt the painter's brushes and supports...
Motion, motion, all around...
Between light and matter, a struggle looms with our existence.
Let me hold you against my heart, or let me lay you before me,
Always you shall be my queen and my beloved.
All flows through you, expressions, ideas and all existence...
Sometimes you burst into meteors, nebula clouds and galaxies...
You my star, you my planet, you my love...
Dear palette, piece of timber cut in forests,
You are yourself a forest whole,
In whom I lose myself,
And in whom again I find myself.
This is the secret of your mysteries...
I choose you with passion,
I cleanse you like myself when penitent I confess
That you may stay for ever and for ever pure.
Far from you I am no more
When many thousand miles and more divide us...
You transcend the gulf of time and space to join me,
No more an object made of matter but a myth...
You are at once an object and a living soul,
Little by little taking human shape...
Young and flattered, flowing over, you evolve,
Reborn, like the rising Phoenix in the flame,
Resurrection and beauty of a virgin visage...
Always in the foreground, even thrust aside,
You ever pulse with life...
What more can I say of you, my palette dear?
Foyer Sacerdotal, Paris,