Friday, March 29, 2013

REACH
















REACH     wood sculpture by Candace Knapp
6 inches x 13 inches x 8 inches     Photo Bjorn Andren



REACH

Tired of the way your life is going?
Then reach into the shadowy pocket of fate
and pull out a new card.
It’s perfectly alright to change your mind
to change your life
to ask for something more ...
All possibilities are within your reach

Close your eyes
Lean back into the warm waters of life
and learn to float
The river of time carries you sweetly to the infinite
and all along the way you choose your song
make it true, make it real
pour yourself into music
and it will echo long after
spend everything
keep nothing back
become all



Sunday, March 17, 2013

TOOTS






















TOOTS    wood sculpture by Candace Knapp       
29 inches x 10 inches  x 8 inches    Photo Bjorn Andren



TOOTS


When you walk in the forest
do you ever think we are looking at you?
We have been standing here together for a long time
we green ones
we drink water together
we warm ourselves in the sun
and when a sudden gust of wind
pushes us against each other ...
do you think we don’t feel that?
Do you think we don’t know when
the delicate threads of the spider web
link our branches together?
Deep underground thin root fingers
touch one another
discovering a secret family connection.

Then you come clomping along
with your loud voice and busy ways,
casting shadows, snapping pictures and
pushing us this way and that as you pass.
You will never guess what we do then?
We love you ...
we know we have the peace you need
and the sacred substance that can heal you.
We are so sorry when you walk away.

Did you ever think we might be waiting for you?

Tuesday, March 12, 2013

PIANISSIMO






















PIANISSIMO      wood sculpture by Candace Knapp
68 inches x 19 inches x 16 inches   Photo Bjorn Andren



PIANISSIMO

a soft familiar hum
the steady gaze of a distant star
the purity at the center of the heart
sincerity is a silent thunder
clear and clean like deep well water
my heart goes out to the suffering
of my dear friends
there are no words of comfort
there is only the fine silvery note
of the flute
a warm human breath
made beautiful
that winds its way into the broken places
and stops the bleeding