Do not say, “It is morning,” and dismiss it with a name of yesterday. 
See it for the first time as a new-born child that has no name.

~ Tagore (1861 - 1941)

 
"Your heart knows the way. Run in that direction."

~ Rumi

She Who

eyes of fish
, translucent

seeing through ourselves
she grows watery succulents
where thoughts once were

all around, ocean of air 
she who breathes through
ourselves, re-membering
imagination mirrored


~ M. Bortolotto

 

Om Pūrṇamadah Pūrṇamidam Pūrṇāt Pūrṇamudacyate, 
Pūrṇasya Pūrṇamādāya Pūrṇamevāvaśiṣyate.

"That is whole, this is whole. From wholeness, wholeness comes forth. Taking wholeness from wholeness, wholeness remains."

 
"I believed that I wanted to be a poet, 
but deep down I just wanted to be a poem."

- Jaime Gil de Biedma (1929 - 1990) Spanish Poet

Marie Bortolotto Art

...how to see with the eyes of a pilgrim poet?

New book in progress:


Eyes of a Pilgrim Poet
A Book of Minimalist Poem-Images
by Marie Bortolotto

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Gaiea Sanskrit

 

 

Marie Bortolotto Art

Long seeking it through others,
I was far from reaching it.
Now I go by myself;
I meet it everywhere.
It is just I myself,
And I am not itself.
Understanding this way
I can be as I am.

Dongshan Liangjie (807–869 CE)

Now Available

Haiku in the Time of Winterberries
New and selected Poem-Images

by Marie Bortolotto

AVAILABLE ON AMAZON

Haiku in the Time of Winterberries is a book of new and selected poem-images by visual artist and poet Marie Bortolotto, in which she views haiku not only as an ever-evolving literary genre but also as a creative mindfulness practice. Dropping the rules of traditional Japanese haiku, she writes in a modern Western style to express “haiku moments” of heightened awareness in the here and now. Similar to her previous books, Haiku in the Time of Winterberries offers a window into quiet contemplation, inspiring us to cultivate curiosity and responsiveness toward the world around us to experience deeper truths, beauty and meaning.

“Why are you unhappy?
Because 99.9 percent of everything you think, 
and of everything you do, is for yourself
—and there isn’t one.” 

- Wei Wu Wei (1895–1986)