Alan Larus
“I live in Norway and work with database programming. When I have the time I walk in the mountains, forests and along the sea. I also listen to music and read and write a little poetry and take pictures.”
Category Archives: ART & POETRY
Paintings by Shawn Hair
Prints of the paintings can be bought at Shawn Hair’s website, TropicalHawaiianArt.com.
Shawn Hair
“I Needed the sun… the light is incredible here.” Shawn Hair recently moved to the Big Island of Hawaii from the Seattle area. In a hideaway made of glass panes and ohia trees Shawn spends his days painting, surrounded by a forest of exotic palms and orchids, under tall banana and juicy star-fruit trees. “It is so inspiring, I will never run out of things to paint.”
Shawn Hair has exhibited and sold his artwork professionally for over twenty years now. His original paintings can be found all over the world. He is currently showing his original paintings in Honolulu Art Gallery, Kahili Fine Art Gallery, Harbor Gallery, and Gallery of Great Things in Hawaii.
Mirror: Image and words by Jan Barendrecht
surface still
the ocean reflects
light only
the perfect mirror
reflects but itself
Jan Barendrecht is a long time contributor to both the HarshaSatsangh and the Nonduality Salon. He originally hails from Holland, but is now living in the bliss-inducing Canary Isles of Southern Europe. He is also an active proponent of fruitarianism, the ahimsa way to nutrition. For more writings by him, see the nonduality salon website and earlier editions of HarshaSatsangh Magazine.
Shakti, Power And Femininity In Indian Art: By Nitin Kumar
Long ago, there reigned a mighty king named Ila. Once while hunting, he came upon a grove where Shiva was making love with Parvati, and surprise of surprises, Shiva had taken the form of a woman to please her. Everything in the woods, even the trees had become female, and as he approached even King Ila himself was transformed into a woman! Shiva laughed out aloud and told him to ask for any boon except that of masculinity.
Thus says the Shaktisangama Tantra:
Stones and Keys: By Alan Larus
Yesterday,
deep inside the forest.
I heard these words.
Whispering between the trees.
‘For each and every stone and key
you turn along this path,
still the quest keeps going on.’
‘The soft edges of each stone,
the worn out handles of the keys
is not made by someone else,
but you.’
‘To tell you it’s already done.
Not once or twice,
but countless times throughout the centuries.’
‘Now turn yourself,
by going home
breaking this spell.
Saying: Never again! ‘
Steve Toth’s Poetry
Natural Poet
Mayflies don’t even
have a mouth
They have to write their poems
in the air
until their wings wear out
& they die exhausted
Rocks speak very slowly
Their poems are hard
to read in one lifetime
Every creation gives
creation another chance
to work
Let’s meet where the seeds
go to die
& the sprouts come
to be born
Let’s read the poems
the Earth writes
to the Sun
David Bozzi’s Poetry
My Master
is invisible.
Has no name.
Needs no defense.
Causes no controversy.
Can not be addicted to.
Can not be attached to.
Can not be the object of a club,
organization or religion.
My master defies all my knowing.
Once I believe my master can be defined,
has a name,
needs to be defended,
is controversial…
or
Mazie Lane’s Poetry: By Mazie Lane
No Form All Form Nowhere Everywhere
Not in form bound in or around this round of existence,
I Am.
In every form finding itself floundering all around, unfound,
I Am.
Can’t be expounded, can’t be propounded, can’t be in my head pounded,
I Am.
This is nothing, that is nothing, you are nothingeverything, say THAT
I Am.
Someone moves inside from somewhere bringing something speaking nothing,
I Am.
Eric Ashford’s Poetry
There Is A Doe Eyed Eagle
There is a doe eyed eagle.
There is a love within the tiger
of every appearance.
Call to the sky forms
that God paints Her eyelids with,
and become the water in the eye of Her ocean.
You are beautiful limbs of God.
The vein that bleeds this earth
and returns Her blood to Her.
There is a doe eyed eagle.
and all hearts turn inside out,
To catch the song of it’s flight.
There is a love in the tiger
that flutters, as a sparrow
to encircle heaven and earth. Continue reading
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