"Meditation Quilt" Sedona, AZ, Oak Creek Canyon - Poetry: Elizabeth Bishop; Native Flute: Vibhas

Roadrunner Video Production & Elizabeth Martina Bishop & "Music From The Garden" Studios Vibhas Kendzia presents "Meditation Quilt" December 2014 A multi-media production of poetry, film and music. Poetry by Elizabeth Martina Bishop, http://www.martinabishop.com and http://www.elizabethmartinabishop.com Her Books available at http://www.AMAZON.COM Music and Videography by Vibhas Kendzia. Filmed on location at "Oak Creek Canyon" viewing nature scenery and autumn leaves from Oak Creek Canyon in Sedona , Arizona, USA. To buy/download Vibhas music please go to his official webpage: http://www.musicfromthegarden.com or to http://www.cdbaby.com/Artist/VibhasKendzia Music: Native American Bass and Alto Flute in F# minor by Vibhas Kendzia from CD "Viva Vibhas". Copyright of poetry: Elizabeth Martina Bishop. Sedona, AZ, USA, 2014. Copyright of music and videography: Vibhas Kendzia, Sedona, AZ, USA 2014. Meditation Quilt - A Collection of Autumnal Poems Poetry by Elizabeth Martina Bishop Music and Videography by Vibhas Kendzia **************************************************************** First Poem: Oak Creek Canyon As I'm writing words for this poem, Pencil-thin, don't you notice Golden alphabets of cypress rising? In joss stick of marigold, Such wondrous tallow wicks, Marking descent into sacred pools, Befitting chosen saffron robes of fire. Into the wind of waking, Body and bone, moored in flesh, Enmeshed in quickening desire. That I may never leave this place! If Mother Hawk swallow the moon, If unremarkable her beggared wings, What of the loss of ancestral goddess? *********************************************************** Second Poem: Russet Leaves This thread you envision, Not what you see at all. If your vision blessed, By blasphemous thread of spider, What is left of that painting? Let not a gust of wind detract From impossible high-wire act! Save for one red leaf, oh my heart, Why has the earth appeared widowed? Why linger on the threshold, out of reach? Whenever I think of late summer, Surrendering has made me glad. The bodies of those without wings, Timeless, in a beautiful space. ************************************************************* Third Poem: Meeting If that which you seek, No longer pilgrim to the truth. If my mind still filled with imaginary birds, Eavesdropping in on holy speech, What was I thinking, The day we met? As crimson leaves Might have danced Into incarnation, Against a moving theater Of sky and cloud, To whom did I owe my life, If not to an invisible forest Of greening shadow? ************************************************************ Fourth Poem: Remembrance Earth must not touch the body, Or else, blindsided by the night, When I tell you, Stones in the forest will not swim Moving only among Darkened wings of the mind, That spirits sing only of supernatural light, You won't believe a word I said, will you? To whom do I owe the spirit Of this incarnation? The cruelest beauty Lies in never knowing: What is already known. Light against light Held to ransom, In muted ruins of statues. Why, in momentary bouts of laughter, The laughter of innocence, Rescinded, renounced, yet not revealed . ****************************************************** Meditation Quilt Poetry Elizabeth Martina Bishop http://www.martinabishop.com http://www.elizabethmartinabishop.com Books available at http://www.AMAZON.COM Music and Videography Vibhas Kendzia hyyp://www.musicfromthegarden.com Filmed on location at "Oak Creek Canyon" Sedona, Arizona Copyright 2014, all rights reserved.