Tag Archives: Transformation

Winter Solstice

December 20, 2025 By in Archetypal currents, Art, Painting, Poetry Tags: , , , , , , Leave a comment

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Ouroboros

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The moon shivers silver and stirs

As the branches of Life’s Tree, kiln dried,

Spark and Ignite in the cauldron of a Dragon’s exhale

As still holding the Center

The Dragon pauses before its first next Breath before Flight

As the Vesica Pisces, resonating through eons

with the Triangle of Light’s Blessing,

In quantum symmetry smiles

And Mycelium dance in prayerful delight!

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” There are two ways of sustaining something. It may either be carried, or enfolded by creating an unbroken circle round it to prevent its falling apart.”

The Penguin Dictionary of Symbols 1996 addition… by Jean Chevalier and Alain Gheerbrant under the category “Serpent”.

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(Adieu to the Chinese “Year of the Wood Snake”)

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I was a child with dreams of becoming

Now that I am older

The same dreams of being hold

Like a snake shedding it’s skin

While spitting out it’s swallowed tail

Returning and turning

Always the same

In all ways transformed

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Happy Solstice!

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Painting and poems © Jana White

Instagram @ Jana_h_White

Pencil Noir #7

December 2, 2015 By in Art, Pencil Noir, Poetry Tags: , , , , , 46 Comments

” There is no route out of the maze. The maze shifts as you move through it, because it is alive.” ….Philip K. Dick

 

hello….hello….hello….

I’ve returned from traveling on the dark side of the mountain. I was never really (completely) lost. It did require entering the mountain to find my way out though, as the mountains began to float away.

While underground I made steps through the dark tunnels trusting a lighted candle. Finally I came upon an immense cavern and there I found a working head lamp, a pencil and a passage to the open air.

The moon’s light cast long shadows as I swam towards shore. Floating on my back, I sent it kisses. Digging in the sand at the shoreline I looked for wave washed shells to tell me their secrets. Before continuing on my way along a phosphorescent passage of singing shells.

Now I am here retrieving my poethead. And finding rhythm in the alchemy of the virtual heart.

 

Pencil drawing by j.h. white

Microbial Fantasia #1

September 26, 2014 By in Art, Microbial fantasia, Poetry Tags: , , , , , , , 25 Comments

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How many times will I shed raw and return?

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Or is it a stronger current

amorphously assembling and deconstructing

as I unwittingly rally

behind the porosity of thought

the seduction of words

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I am a small planet

a symbiotic microbial world

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My peripheral orbit

 flings so far in its trajectory

that now

the axis is nearly invisible.

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I can only feel it…

Imagining

this bright nucleus of love

teeming with life…

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Tantra involves a very powerful substance, which is buddha-nature, or our enlightened nature, eating us from the inside out rather than being reached by stripping away layers from the outside.

 Crazy Wisdom by Chögyam Trungpa

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“If something burns your soul with purpose and desire, it’s your duty to be reduced to ashes by it. Any other form of existence will be yet another dull book in the library of life.”
― Charles Bukowski

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Poem and sketch by j.h.white. …..I am aware that microbes are single cell organisms.  In representing my relationship with them in this series though,  I prefer immersion without thought, surrendering to the imaginative, perceptual and sensate possibilities.   Symbiotic microcosmic navigation amongst my tribes….xxoo

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After the fire

June 29, 2013 By in Poetry Tags: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , 19 Comments

fire dreaming 2Fire dreaming . June 2013

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Imagining sparks from earth’s stones

I envisioned the extension

of light

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Coalescing with heat

I opened like a flower

once again

to the erogenous

seduction of words

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After the fire

the waiting

seeds

are poised

as I gaze into the unknown

placing my trust

in the river

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Ouroboros

May 3, 2013 By in Poetry Tags: , , , , , , , , 18 Comments

ouroboros

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I don’t fear melting into this earth.

 Each morning

I wake into the air

I do not rise      I do not move

I do not open my eyes

until my nose has sensed persuasion

my tongue has tasted sweetness

and my ears have heard the world

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I was a child with dreams of becoming

Now I am older with dreams of being

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Transformed

Nothing and everything is changing.

I am like a snake shedding its skin

and

biting its tail

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erasing  the lines

of time

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Over the skies of East London

April 16, 2013 By in Poetry Tags: , , , 7 Comments

fireworks

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drifting sleepless

by

many things unknown

a restless moon sonfonia for

cello and viola

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Here you are old man!

come on in

the war is warm in you

 a symphonic humming note

too vibrant with life

to carry with you,

too bold with memory

to leave behind

perched in between but

your moments are slender, Sir

shall we dig a hole

in North African soil

and

return these vibrant seeds

of your youth?

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Troubled still, I see, by

the pestilence of

 a virulent union

still yielding the stubbornness

of stone upon stone.

 Here’s the shovel to

bury the house

that joined you in flesh

and may I advise you to

 forgive yourself now

since you’ll not forgive

your trouble and strife?

It may unwind the same clock

for your passage

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(a last kiss on each cheek of the moon)

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What a wonder !

spirited fireworks

over the skies of East London

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May your spirit rest in peace A.L.W.  1918- 2013…that’s 95 years!

Cockney rhyming slang for “wife”…. “trouble and strife”

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