what my eyes saw on the way
If you could get rid
of yourself just once,
the secret of secrets
would open to you.
The face of the unknown,
hidden beyond the universe
would appear on the
mirror of your perception.
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
He that beholds his own Face –
his light is greater than the light of the creatures.
Though he die, his sight is everlasting,
because his sight is the sight of the Creator.
Sculpture by Frederick Franck: Unkillable Human
the 10 commandments (guidelines for the creative life)
Frederick Franck at the artisans’ gallery