For the Artist at the Start of Day

For the Artist at the Start of Day

John O’Donohue

May morning be astir with the harvest of night;

Your mind quickening to the eros of a new question,

Your eyes seduced by some unintended glimpse

That cut right through the surface to a source.

May this be a morning of innocent beginning,

When the gift within you slips clear

Of the sticky web of the personal

With its hurt and its hauntings,

And fixed fortress corners,

A Morning when you become a pure vessel

For what wants to ascend from silence,

May your imagination know

The grace of perfect danger,

To reach beyond imitation,

And the wheel of repetition,

Deep into the call of all

The unfinished and unsolved

Until the veil of the unknown yields

And something original begins

To stir toward your senses

And grow stronger in your heart

In order to come to birth

In a clean line of form,

That claims from time

A rhythm not yet heard,

That calls space to

A different shape.

May it be its own force field

And dwell uniquely

Between the heart and the light

To surprise the hungry eye

By how deftly it fits

About its secret loss.

Yesterday we given the assignment of taking this poem and communicating a part of it through photographs.  We had 1 hour to shoot and edit through our photos in order to create either a series of three or just one photo.  I spent about thirty-five minutes and spent about fifteen minutes editing.  

The section of the poem that I focused on was-

Until the veil of the unknown yields

And something original begins

To stir toward your senses

And grow stronger in your heart

In order to come to birth

In a clean line of form,

That claims from time

A rhythm not yet heard,

That calls space to

A different shape.

My goal was to create something beautiful out of something that is not normally considered beautiful, "A rhythm not yet heard/That calls space to/A different shape".  

These photos are my series from that shoot.  Can you tell what they are?