Crescent Moon and Venus
I took a nice walk around the neighborhood as the light was waning. When I got home to the new dark, I was moved to peek out the back. There were Venus and the moon in crescent saying hello.

I took a nice walk around the neighborhood as the light was waning. When I got home to the new dark, I was moved to peek out the back. There were Venus and the moon in crescent saying hello.

Today like Spring
After yesterday’s bitter cold.
The moon very full.

Does “black” here refer to the artist who stenciled the letters, to the brickmaker, to the bricklayer; was it painted by someone who is color-blind or who was showing that for one who is red-green color-blind the word “black” would not be visible; or is the painting intentionally asking us what we see when we see the word for a color painted using a different color than that pointed to by the word?
This is such a wonderful demonstration of how words can confuse our understanding of the world as much as they can communicate. I think much attempt to put into words spiritual and mystical thought and experience suffers from this multiple muddling of meaning.
Peace and light, E — Posted with WordPress for BlackBerry.