Found several years ago at Volcanoe House at the top of the volcano on the big island of Hawaii
I found this on a scrap of paper, by a local artist in that early Hawaii community. It had no title, but I had it done in calligraphy and framed. It goes deep each time I read it.
You are a part of all that you have wrought,
Your work in muted silence caught
the fire and fineness of your making
the blood of your creating
You are the maker mirrored in the star you sight-
the poet taught in imagery, the artist fraught with light.
Only you can alter matter,
carve terrain in your own design;
only you can forge a being new, a point of view.
You see the semblance of the world you've wound
to worlds you bear within,
of lines you've bound
with the structures in your mind
You sense a silence vaster than the sphere you're in
when, face to face with what you've found,
you see the truth you can't pursue:
you're face to face with you.
Jane Dixon-Volcanoe, 1977