In the silence of drawing
hidden, yet visible, in each face
I see the Face of faces,
that the plural of man
does not exist,
is our cruelest hallucination –
see that our Oneness is infinite differentiation,
that the pattern of the universe
that what lives in me
is the Tao
in which all lives.
THIS IS NOT WHAT I BELIEVE
BUT WHAT MY EYES
SAW ON THE WAY.
all these faces, all these bodies,
a meadow, a flower,
a night moth and a cow,
A STRANGER NO LONGER
I AM AT HOME,
– Frederick Franck, The Awakened Eye
Frederick Franck was one of my most treasured teachers. He taught me how to see, how to draw as though my life depended on it, and how to live with eyes wideawake.
Drawing by Frederick Franck, Mariakapel