In the forest I was lost
So made the trees my home
But by and by, with skin on bark
It grew quite tiresome
I acquainted self with elf and lark
But scoffing was the gnome
For all the branches I might cross
And never nearer come
Monday, December 21, 2009
Sunday, December 6, 2009
Beauty as Essence
Beauty is the striking stone
Which alone is meaningless
Stricken with zeal, an evanesce
Will then reveal gestalt and spark
Kindling into flame and light
Dwindling night glimpsed for first
Lasting as long as sight has durst
To join the throng of glowing dark
The the fire, the flint, the flare
As one: the flying lark
Which alone is meaningless
Stricken with zeal, an evanesce
Will then reveal gestalt and spark
Kindling into flame and light
Dwindling night glimpsed for first
Lasting as long as sight has durst
To join the throng of glowing dark
The the fire, the flint, the flare
As one: the flying lark
Schmidt the Buoy (Veil of Distraction)
When I outdoors in private misty dark
Survey the firsts to separate away
From blur, these stars come forth and make their mark;
Yet fog of false light keeps the real at bay.
The ground’s the culprit that emits this light
That disillusions me, and makes me see:
From nearby town this sick-orange shade is spat,
and forces focus on least entity.
Again I find myself by ground confined;
Surrounding sounds now hold me in clenched hand.
I strive in vain to reach out with my mind,
To hear sea’s sounding buoy from loud land.
Life’s higher callings are this way suppressed
By things that people sooner must address
Survey the firsts to separate away
From blur, these stars come forth and make their mark;
Yet fog of false light keeps the real at bay.
The ground’s the culprit that emits this light
That disillusions me, and makes me see:
From nearby town this sick-orange shade is spat,
and forces focus on least entity.
Again I find myself by ground confined;
Surrounding sounds now hold me in clenched hand.
I strive in vain to reach out with my mind,
To hear sea’s sounding buoy from loud land.
Life’s higher callings are this way suppressed
By things that people sooner must address
Placid Moon
The moon was ruler of this night
In its full grace and peaceful still.
Earth resembled her hush and white,
Yet blent the peace with chill.
One forest which, subject to cold –
But also Winter’s proceed, snow –
Through its sounding silence foretold
What seemed imminent woe.
An owl perching in its hollow
Made ready wings for nightly hunt,
Soundlessly glided like a swallow –
Searching below and front.
A mouse crept solely on the ground;
Attentive, now paused just to list’n,
Though its stalker made not a sound.
Hark mouse, hurry; Hasten!
The owl closed in toward its mark, then;
Mouse unwary of the sleuth
‘Til the deluding white darkened;
Moon shone light on the truth.
Humanity has the same cry:
A moon in life’s dark night it craves.
A light that will evil descry,
Reveal the truth, and save.
Moon moaned, and shed tears of white snow
Her peace she could not share, she knew:
Life’s absence is the peace she knows.
Abundant void parts Earth from Moon;
Earth’s life’s eternal host-
True peace no life can boast.
In its full grace and peaceful still.
Earth resembled her hush and white,
Yet blent the peace with chill.
One forest which, subject to cold –
But also Winter’s proceed, snow –
Through its sounding silence foretold
What seemed imminent woe.
An owl perching in its hollow
Made ready wings for nightly hunt,
Soundlessly glided like a swallow –
Searching below and front.
A mouse crept solely on the ground;
Attentive, now paused just to list’n,
Though its stalker made not a sound.
Hark mouse, hurry; Hasten!
The owl closed in toward its mark, then;
Mouse unwary of the sleuth
‘Til the deluding white darkened;
Moon shone light on the truth.
Humanity has the same cry:
A moon in life’s dark night it craves.
A light that will evil descry,
Reveal the truth, and save.
Moon moaned, and shed tears of white snow
Her peace she could not share, she knew:
Life’s absence is the peace she knows.
Abundant void parts Earth from Moon;
Earth’s life’s eternal host-
True peace no life can boast.
Tokens become a Type
What do we seek? The good, of course (no thought to what that truly is, could be.) Well, if the ruler lets us measure deeds, showing what is right, then good’s the stick we see. Known good to goodness is thus transformed; the standard here is made. And suddenly they see all this world should be; first that “goodness” rule is paid. Sticklers to the ‘what,’ they fail to measure the ‘why’. Concerned with mere immediate, the reason they even have the stick cannot, and won’t apply.
Monday, November 30, 2009
Freedom Walks in Sleep
In a wandring night I found myself, and wanderlust indulged
As feather flown and weather blown I floated with the moon.
I drifted dreamlike through the grass, where secrets where divulged.
I sensed below the Absent Figure, and Nobody in cocoon.
The Rustling Faerie and Supine Statue with sublimity engaged,
When I hung myself with two white strands and danced immobile in their wind.
The Shady Fellow introduced appeared as shadow you had caged,
But the darkness delivered despite my trance in legs as well as mind.
A levity of head had I; no weight was placed on me;
I lost control of mind and soul, but won delivery!
As feather flown and weather blown I floated with the moon.
I drifted dreamlike through the grass, where secrets where divulged.
I sensed below the Absent Figure, and Nobody in cocoon.
The Rustling Faerie and Supine Statue with sublimity engaged,
When I hung myself with two white strands and danced immobile in their wind.
The Shady Fellow introduced appeared as shadow you had caged,
But the darkness delivered despite my trance in legs as well as mind.
A levity of head had I; no weight was placed on me;
I lost control of mind and soul, but won delivery!
Dissonance Breeds Symphonie, If Allowed
We have an order set up, and anything outside of that--a chaotic system--is dealt with by that same piece of mind and that same ear which consider the causes, or rather deemed causes, of cognitive dissonance. We will not define anything chaotic as being ordered, or at least not until we can strip it and understand it in terms of our order. Chaos is only recognized as being destructive because we know not how to deal with its products. If we implement a product of chaos, it could not have been chaos, for chaos can only take from our order since it is not our order. This fear of something fundamentally different is inhibiting, for it deafens our ear to anything we have not heard prior, or cannot place. Please- let chaos have a place, and know it as creative.
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