C.M. Rivers

"The point of being an artist is that you may live." ~ Sherwood Anderson

Journal

  • Remember

    Meanwhile, the wind blows, incredibly.  The sun rises – seen or unseen – and moves across the sky, incredibly.  Water covers most of the planet.  Effervescent laughter is remembered.  The vast silence of the world helps quiet the noise of your mind.  The great emptiness fills you up and calms your heart.  Do not be Read more

  • Humble Warrior

    For many long years, sleep did not come.  Now it is here, a sanctuary, an unremembered temple of well-fed lions.  Summer comes, undeniable as the needs of body and soul.  We peel away her nightdress, and when she goes we go with her.  There will still be times we do not feel supported by the Read more

  • Dreamdust

    A dream of bamboo groves and flickering candles. A dream of sitting in meditation, of the alchemy of bees bringing about the reality of honey. A dream of desire, awake and alive, of a sanctuary of sleep like a temple of wed-fed lions, of a heart containing both fire and calm understanding. A dream of Read more

  • Yard Work

    Let me tell you now how much I will miss you. Let me not spend another moment wandering the world with words unspoken. Let me not wait until you are gone, as I have waited with so many now lost from me, and narrowed my eyes as withered chances blew past my flushed cheeks, lifted by a sudden Read more

  • The Encounter

    I stood in a glass house at the edge of the sea. I watched as the tide rose, gradually swallowing the house, waves breaking against glass walls, and over the glass roof, booming, rattling, trembling. Seaweed, rocks, shells, too many fish to count, so many colors. Then came the crabs, starfish, anemones, cephalopods, sliding, clicking Read more

  • Van Gogh Quote

    “To do good work one must eat well, be well housed, have one’s fling from time to time, smoke one’s pipe, and drink one’s coffee in peace.”       Read more