Category Thoughts About Art & Culture
Listen
Listen ~~~~~ I listen to hear the rhythm of the world, songs of all the galaxies, spirals unfurled. I listen to my heartbeat, a lone songbird, any sound we live with, yet rarely heard. Hearing, listening are not the same thing. One uses brain and ears, one focus pings. Listen to the world and perspective […]
Our Need to Fill
Our Need to Fill ~~~~~ All the things we know about the world, which make us feel superior. Lies, omissions shout- ed as truth, half-truth, we steal, or our own. How stupid we are. Decisions we make which lead to fortune and or disaster’s mar in inexorable, ponderous speed, fast; we should not blink. Still, […]
Game of Opposites
Game of Opposites ~~~~~ Something is lost and something gained, when we expand, learn and grow wiser We lose our exuberance but gain restraint, Race is long, too short to play the miser. Wisdom so often speaks in contradictions, brilliance most often found in age, youth. How this will turn out baffles predictions. In our […]
Enough, Just Enough
Enough, Just Enough ~~~~~ Time is money, money is time, yet I’d like to see you eat either one. Tokens we value, believe have worth, are extremely puzzling to me. They are symbolic, I know, they can give no shelter by themselves. We treat them as real, pursue them with zeal, cry if we miss […]
As I Fall Behind
As I Fall Behind ~~~~~ In the light of the sunset, I saw the eyes of truth. Though they saw the debt I had accrued in youth, They left me smiling, just the same. In the glory of the dawn, I heard the voice of all creation, saw the raptor and the fawn. I lived […]
To Laugh and Cry
To Laugh and Cry ~~~~~ I would be the blazing lantern to guide us, when darkness comes. Not the stubby candle that melts away to nothing, to be soon gone. Nothing left, no thought, no song. I would be the compass to lead us, If I knew where we were in bright sunlight, saw the […]
Simply This
Simply This ~~~~~ Could I withstand a thousand blows, while they brought me to my knees? No matter if they’re real, metaphoric; it’s all the same, to me, if you please. It’s not my body which must survive but my spark of spirit carried within. We see people who suffer every sin, far greater than […]
