Color equals emotion for me. There was a time in my life I had to have a small red room to sit in. It seemed to get me geared up to spill my guts on stage or on a canvas. My office has a bright clean blue wall. I love walking in here to start a project. The blue helps me feel empty and ready to create fresh work for clients. A chunk of torquoise on my finger, when stared at, mellows me as much as a glass of wine. Accepting the whole spectrum of color is what I'm trying to be aware of emotionally and creatively. Jane Hirshfield's Lake and Maple poem is one I go back to often to understand the incredible beauty and power of this idea.
Lake and Maple
-Jane Hirshfield
I want to give myself
utterly
as this maple
that burned and
burned
for three days without stinting
and then in two more
dropped
off every leaf;
as this lake that,
no matter what comes
to its
green-blue depths,
both takes and returns it.
In the still heart
that refuses nothing,
the world is twice-born --
two earths
wheeling,
two heavens,
two egrets reaching
down into
subtraction;
even the fish
for an instant doubled,
before it is
gone.
I want the fish.
I want the losing it all
when it rains
and I want
the returning transparence.
I want the place
by
the edge-flowers where
the shallow sand is deceptive,
where
whatever
steps in must plunge,
and I want that plunging.
I want
the ones
who come in secret to drink
only in early darkness,
and
I want the ones
who are swallowed.
I want the way
the water
sees without eyes,
hears without ears,
shivers without will or
fear
at the gentlest touch.
I want the way it
accepts the cold
moonlight
and lets it pass,
the way it lets
all of of it pass
without
judgment or comment.
There is a lake.
Lalla Ded sang, no larger
than
one seed of mustard,
that all things return to.
O heart, if you
will
not, cannot, give me the lake,
then give me the song.
