Showing posts with label spirituality. Show all posts
Showing posts with label spirituality. Show all posts

Tuesday, January 13, 2009

Stuff Spiritual People Love: Shaman & Mask



"Shaman and Mask..."
© Lloyd Pollard 2006
8"x10" (2) colour photograph
& Digital representation

First published in this blog.
Previously unpublished and not exhibited.

The shaman symbolically is the embodiment of spiritual and mental forces given life in human form. They wield the forces of perception, belief, imagination, hopes and dreams.
Rituals are their tool for education.
Masks their tool for invocation.
Healing, advice and guidance their reason for being.


Sunday, November 16, 2008

Essential radiance...



'...@ the Bluffs' 8"x10" © Lloyd Pollard 2002
black & white photograph
First published in this blog.
Previously unpublished and not exhibited.


Grace upon the winds of hope. Accepting the gentle reminder of peace, the flow of God's breath left over from Adam. Creeping, crawling back into a nature I desired not to be born from. Into stone beautiful, harsh softness, heavy, formful intelligence. Accept me, restore to all forms, no shape, no gender, no name. Wear me down tideless. Whisper again, want again, need nevermore, let me go. Never again born and shaped, there is no form of you in me. Wear me down without hope. Accept touch, silence and this ear. Grace less. Lovers end. Hope less. Never again...

Sunday, November 9, 2008

Serenity...


'In the Garden' 8"x10" © Lloyd Pollard 2002
black & white photograph
First published in this blog.
Previously unpublished and not exhibited.


At the entrance to inner peace sits the soul: beautiful, pure of form, devoid of aspiration and silent to the daily fatigue of life.

Is her calm, gentle and humble presence she dispenses harmony, healing and hope.

In her tranquil radiance there is renewal, rest and understanding.

She gracefully awaits the gifts of your anger, pain and fears.

Brimming with the subtle energy of patience and awareness, she urges you to lay the offering of your burdens at her feet and again soar.

In prayer she waits.