Hopes

Retrospective takes elective
Rivers were the thousand times

Words I ponder, walks I wander
Somewhere to the river's eye

Everything that came before
And everything I tried to rhyme

Something in the shadows called
And lost me as I touched the sky

So now I sit upon the preface
hoping that the words will rhyme

Villanelles I lost the form
Tried and tried to get it right

But maybe next I'll try it different
Something like a pantomime

Hope tomorrow brings a friend
And opens to my second sight:

Throw my hopes into the stream
And dream tomorrow's dream

Equations

Of blindness I have known much,
though yearning I would see;

Of error I have made my house,
though yearning to be free;

These quicksands always pulling down,
so swimming I might see;

The way is long and takes its toll,
but hoping faith I breathe,

Can only breathe,

Must breathe -



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Beginnings

And in time of beginnings ... caution and a delicate hand ...

The Left Hand

"Try rolling those dice with the left hand," said the mysterious stranger ... I reverse my polarity and feel wind under my wings again ...

A flock of birds overhead, how do they do it?  Flying in unison, one of body and mind ... they don't speak with words ... intuition

Cat Stevens, it seems, is one who knows:

"I listen to the wind, to the wind of my soul
Where I'll end up only God really knows ..."

Aphorisms

1. Though one might fall, so must the weight of his creation and all that came before.

2.The instinct of the soul is to rise; the error of the world is to steal it away:  Thus have the wise learned to hope.

3. If in seeking love we search for beauty, and in seeking truth we search for knowledge, then in seeking contentment we search only for ourselves.

4. To reflect upon one's error is to elucidate the truth of one's conceit.

5. To grieve is to find in error the ultimate truth of impermanence, of loss, and of the passing away of things.

Egoic

One might hope that the ego eventually would fade away, giving way to the heart, that the errors resulting from the ego clinging to its selfish desire might be corrected, that some metaphysical balance might be achieved, that all things happen in their own time, and that some cosmic process is at work - it seems inconceivable to think that after 6 billion years the planet would fail to manifest itself.