Wednesday, October 29, 2008

BRIGHTHAWK

In creating the tutorial blog, I made some improvements to the Brighthawk Mandala as you can see here. I use the design of this Mandala as the basis of the Process blog.
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It gives you an idea of how many variations one can create with these tools.
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I want to give you the original, full length version of the Brighthawk poem. The visual image of the hawk and man came to me first. The poem came later. I recently rewrote the poem in a condensed form of 8 lines so that I could fit it with the mandala design.
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BRIGHTHAWK
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City born, I walked the streets of sorrow.
Bound by concrete boxes and cages of steel;
A prisoner of thought, I must go
In search of whatever life will reveal.
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City free, I followed the roads of loneliness;
I wrestled with vipers and struggled with myself.
Through shadows of despair, shone glimpses of expansiveness.
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Country grown, I wandered barefoot on the land.
At home beside the the mountain stream,
Staring in awe across the desert sand.
Stumbling toward an unknown dream.
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Brighthawk, sounds of a distant drum.
Brighthawk, through all my foolish years,
You waited patiently for me to come.
Your voice whispered softly in my ears.
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Now with arms stretched wide
I stand against the sky of blue,
Calling to my spirit guide
For counsel sure and true.
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Out of a purple cloud,
You hover over me
And speak the Word aloud
In answer to my plea.
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As the mountain height
Trembles in mighty resonance,
I am bathed in golden light.
My flame begins to dance.
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O Great Spirit, unseen behind the form,
I stand in the whirlwind of your truth;
My being caught in the storm,
The quickening shakes me from my youth.
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My heart soars with the hawk,
As I'm lifted on those ancient wings.
With overflowing joy, I walk
Above the horizon, 'cross the threshold rings.
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My mind flies with the hawk.
Wisdom of the elders, white buffalo;
Coyote, totem pole and cornstalk;
Sand painting, sage and Navajo.
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My soul sails with the hawk
Past the glow of Jupiter and Neptune.
Cosmic mysteries of which I cannot talk,
Joining the dance of sun and moon.
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I become the hawk, gliding over all,
Seeing praire give way to desert hills;
Watching as the river turns to waterfall.
Drink deep the wonder Earth instills.
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Brighthawk, now I have your eyes to see.
Brighthawk, guide my steps as I begin
To live the vision born in me.
What will be flows from what has been.

Sunday, October 26, 2008

BRIGHTHAWK

Again, I painted this years ago, and just turned it into a mandala design. It is still a work in progress, and is the demonstration project I use in the how to blog Brightlight Mandalas Process.

FIREBIRD

This may not look like a mandala, but it fits because it is meant to be one of twelve elements in a grand zodiac mandala. The picture and accompanying poem are representations of Scorpio. I was born under that sign myself, so I started with it. I have sketches and poetry fragments toward the other eleven signs. I may not live long enough to complete it, but it is an idea that has been brewing in me for thirty years.
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To read the poem and read more detail about the symbolism, go to Nightblooming Cards.
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FREE THE FIREBIRD WITHIN

PANDAS

I drew the pair of pandas in pen and ink some twelve years ago. I recently digitized them and turned them into another mandala. I think they would make a good t shirt design. The design also works for cards or prints.
ENJOY

PEACE MANDALA

I created this as a Christmas card design although I have avoided specifically Christian symbols so that it can have a wider applicability as a holiday card. I am always looking for ways to unify rather than divide. Certainly, the world needs that right now.
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PEACE

UPRIGHT PRAYER

Again, I painted the original of this years ago. When I went to redo it on the computer, I was stuck until I got the idea to turn it into a mandala. Although it was not my intention at first, I ended up using a background made from a picture I took in Sedona. That is known as vortex country, so it fits well with the theme of this picture.
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I always liked the concept behind this piece, I have never been happy with the execution. The original picture was quite ordinary, but I think the mandala design is a way of turning it into someting quite extraordinary.
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The poem is a reaction to my Catholic upbringing. While I still have profound respect for much of the Catholic and Christian tradition, exposure to Eastern traditions has been very freeing. I know that many people have had the same experience.
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LET US LIVE IN GRATITUDE

THE TWELVE FACES OF BABAJI


This is the picture that started it all. I painted this in acrylics back in 1995. I recently digitized it and got the idea to go back and turn other old works into mandalas.
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At Christmas of '94, I had no money with which to buy a friend a present, so I told him that I would do a painting of his choice. He asked for a picture of Babaji with a white lotus. The accompanying poem grew out of my struggle to come up with a suitable image for Babaji.
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I had the little sketch in Yogananda's Autobiography of a Yogi, but that was not a lot to go on. I understood that Babaji goes in and out of incarnation at will. I figure he is also a shape shifter who can take on any form he wants. Since I couldn't come up with a single image that satisfied me, I turned to a circle with twelve images in a mandala design.
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THE TWELVE FACES OF BABAJI
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Resting in the lotus seat,
I summon your image to my mind.
Although I search and search again,
No form to hold you do I find.
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From flash of golden light,
The great white lotus unfolds;
And you present yourself as twelve.
Spokes of the wheel my eye beholds.
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Mandala of creation,
Shining circle of eternity.
I gaze upon the wondrous sight
Of twelve faces of Babaji.
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In the silence of my thoughts,
You come as fire's purity.
Your eyes pierce me to my core;
I bow in naked humility.
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O lord of heaven and earth,
In you are sun and moon.
Heat of summer and winter cold;
Fire of Mars and deep seas of Neptune.
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I look and see the father stern;
Again, I know the gentle mother.
You dance with grace of gazelle,
But stalk with deadly strength of tiger.
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Overwhelmed, I try to turn away,
But wherever I look, you are there.
Spinning, changing face of truth,
You show yourself as everywhere.
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As the walls of limitation
Fall away before my timid eyes,
You reveal the glory behind
The mask of material disguise.
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The twelve aspects of creative force;
Yin and yang, star, cross and om.
Ancient symbols of the One.
Wisdom keys to lead us home.
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OM NAMAH SHIVAYA
******************************************************************************************************************************************** I originally used a swastika that looks like the one the Nazis used, but which was also used by the Hopi, Buddhists and others. Due to objections to its use by Zazzle, I have revised the design to use an Aztec form of the swastika. The swastika is one of our oldest spiritual symbols, and has taken many forms around the world. I think of it as the cross in motion or with wings. Here is my new image.