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 Faith's Hymm

  soon demolished! 
house porch buddha
 laughs at day’s end poem-image by Marie Bortolotto Marie Bortolotto Art

singing  to the Heart of Water  Red Rain  (by Peter Gabriel)

  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. ~...

  "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 ...

  Om Pūrṇamadah Pūrṇamidam Pūrṇāt Pūrṇamudacyate,  Pūrṇasya Pūrṇamādāya Pūrṇamevāvaśiṣyate. "That is whole, this is whole.  From wholen...

  "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 ...

...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 Bortol...

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 my...

Now Available Haiku in the Time of Winterberries New and selected Poem-Images by Marie Bortolotto AVAILABLE ON AMAZON Haiku in the Time of W...

“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...

The Edge by Robert Creely , American Poet (1926 - 2005) Long over whatever edge, backward a false distance, here and now, sentiment — ...

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This place is a dream only a sleeper considers it real. Then death comes like dawn, and you wake up laughing at what you thought was your gr...

 

  “Unless someone like you cares a whole awful lot,  nothing is going to get better. It’s not.”  — The Lorax by Dr Seuss Marie Bortolotto

Toshi Tsuchitori plays ancient Japanese Bronze Bells

Urban Jungle by Marie Bortolotto Wild-mouthed, a dog whines in swelling octaves. A garbage truck crouches over its prey. Squabbling children...

From "A Handful of Poem-Images" by Marie Bortolotto A Lost Key We dance in a line of pigeons; and crows, 
noisily, flapping wings ...

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Stay alive; at least for the moment:it doesn't last long.  Stay alive. Other worldly considerations though are out. The living has nothi...

 Wind Shinkichi Takahashi (translated by Lucien Stryk) Give it words, Stick limbs on it, You won't alter essence. Whereas the wind -- I...

One Character Poem by He Peiyu, female poet of the Qing Dynasty  A flower, a willow, a fishing rock, A streak of setting sun, a bird in flig...

One-Line Poem-Image Marie Bortolotto trudging through 
the weight of wet snow 
birds in flight  Marie Bortolotto Art

  1/ Flower Dreams are severed fruit Auburn pears have fallen in the field Parsley blooms on the plate The leghorn at times seems ...

"Thoughts of the Heart"  Marie Bortolotto Art 2026