For Ian, my profoundest teacher of this disposition To seek answers that may himself explain,Outward his eyes first gazed upon the world;He looked for indications to sustainA sense of self – which Being had unfurled. And yet, with Phaedrus, questioning the pow’rContained in this approach – the kósmon, whole,Ever beyond the grasp of men’s control.Continue reading “Love in the Search”
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Poems & Poetry
The nature of beauty and its reality as something ‘objective’ or ‘real’ has, as far as I can tell, been utterly corroded in recent centuries. As someone who loves poetry, I have found that many people resist my preference for formalized poetry and my tendency toward lofty themes. When I argue that poetry should helpContinue reading “Poems & Poetry”
Quiet Nights
Für meine Liebe Ever unsure of what we ought to do!Imagination always running dry,As plans we try and make, just me and you.Perchance could we drive, train, or even fly;Or just a night at home—we get so few! I think we’ve still a half-bottle of wine,The balsamic—grab—oil, and romaine—Lefto’ers, the main dish upon which weContinue reading “Quiet Nights”
Images
How likely it is for me to forgetThese high times which forever come and go;So hard it is to have memory set—A photo to remember things as so. Is now anyone able to recallHow we could all come to smile so bright?A joyful moment, we know this did stall,How I desire again to feel thatContinue reading “Images”
Serious Play
Love creates by expressingEach blessing,AddressingAll man may feel distressing.Though such grace did he reduceTo mere use;With abuse:The eternal makes no truce.Thinking freedom to be foundWithout bound—Fate confound—Only bondage did abound.The man of utility:Never free;Strapped is heBy tall demands of Beauty.‘Hear the song writ in your heart,My own art;Now’s your part:Any time you want to start.’RememberContinue reading “Serious Play”
Mark 2:1-12
For the Second Sunday of the Great Fast Thanks to word causing a hum,Do they come. Capernaum, The place where he’s teaching from.Travelling with great hurt and zeal –All can feelEmpyrealPowers that are said to heal.Four men carrying a friend To portendHe attendTo a body needing mend. First, to be cleansed of sin – AllContinue reading “Mark 2:1-12”
The Fathers’ Source
With love, looking upon his own image – Set now, so small, within another’s face –He feels his heart grow weak, without courage;For evil, he’d no prior need to chase. But see that chaos, known only beforeThe unbegotten force decreed His will,Was made a home for every beast and boar,As He valleys set ‘tween each risingContinue reading “The Fathers’ Source”
The Terrible Noise
Heavy does rest stillness when one’s alone;Leaving the world apart, now lesser known. But do we truly leave? For it follows us in, that horrible sound of it allthat ever emits from dawn to nightfall; yet – no less – so in darkness, it swallowsup anything refusing to conform.Locked here within, no possible retreat, toContinue reading “The Terrible Noise”
The Lighthouse
For Shavi, a friend and ikon Orion protects starry skies each night – Giving liberal light with that horse and bear – Their beauty calling eyes to gaze aright, Granting both wonder and direction fair. Yet, despite ever luminous powers, They reveal not all dangers of the dark; For itContinue reading “The Lighthouse”
The Smog
Early morning – the usual coffeeis enjoyed with the sight of this concretejungle. Man’s power on display as weoverturn landscapes – a near godly feat.Yet now, with curtains drawn, there is nothingto meet the eye but smog. Enrobed in mist,human ingenuity vanishingfrom the mind, doubting if it did exist. Nature, never one to speak directly,concealsContinue reading “The Smog”
Hoping for Clarity 