In Wine There Is Wisdom

Many believe spending time alone in thought, being introverted and analytical, is not only detrimental to society, but honestly uncomfortable to tolerate in most situations. Those loners who ponder far too deeply those seemingly ambiguous or unimportant observations, the ones who will draw the unwilling party animal into a philosophical conversation on the nature of wolf domestication and the eventual terrier that resulted, and whether or not this alteration of a species raises moral questions. That odd-ball who lurks quietly for hours before erupting in impassioned tirades about anything from melting ice caps to military sonar, is the one I mean.

Those people are precious to me when I encounter them, no matter how obscure or seemingly obsessed -In fact the more insistent and incongruous the better. Tesla, Galileo, Newton, Hook, Van Gogh, Poe, Arendt,Chomsky, Spinoza, Brezsney and so many others throughout time have stepped outside the well-heeled views of common perception to question and probe the very foundations of civilization, and in so doing, revealed truths great and small, both subtle and shattering. It is for this very reason that the insubordinate insurrectionists and idiosyncratic imbeciles were not wiped from our collective gene pool millenia ago.

Those who believe this universe is neatly ordered and logical are either ignorant or delusional. The closer one looks at the complexities of life and the so called “laws” that govern reality, the more disordered, illogical, and chaotic things become. String theory is a great example of this, however even that wild idea is losing ground to an even more left field hypothesis on the nature of (as Douglas Adams would say) life, the universe, and everything, which scientists are referring to as E8. I will include a link for any fellow nerds who want to go down that rabbit hole.

My point is that sometimes those things that make you uncomfortable, challenge your world view, confront your consious, shake your earth, rattle your cage, push you outside the consiously constructed confines of catatonia are crucial to internalizing this imense intelligence intimately… A person must be brave enough to swim head long into ignorance if they truly seek to learn anything new worth writing down. It requires the willingness to miss the mark, admit wrong doing or false leads, to embrace all that is unknown with insatiable curiosity.

I respect those who color outside the lines, for they are the ones who teach us to paint wordless obscurities, or lead us off a cliff to fly or die. Wings given to us by lunatics or luminaries have uplifted humankind since the first fires were lit on the red soil of Africa. Some few things I have learned in this convoluted lifetime, and one thing I know for certain: I would rather follow the passionate yet wayward mystic into poverty, than walk the stainless steel road of a calculating and logical politician.

This world is more pliable than we are led to believe, but cannot be shaped like malleable clay, and those who try to propagate order like monocultured corn rows will poison the ground so wild things cannot flourish.

 

 

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Arise

Laying here saturated, wet with dew
As dawn lends your countenance a golden hue
In the mind’s eye glistens, a devious dream
As an animal in moonlight, they furtively gleam

Hunting, watchful, I am tasting the trail
Left by the passing of those who prevailed
Reaching for depths where others have drowned
Knowing it is in ignorance that knowledge is found

This universe is greater than one mind can hold
But I will grasp the stars if I learn to be bold
Fearlessness is for fools who don’t know of demons
Bravery is for the ones who face them with reason

My sword is a pen, my shield is a page
I will fight with love and never with rage
With a heart flayed open, eyes turned to the sky
One day my spirit will learn to fly

Lost Ones, Found

Lost Ones, Found

Rain washes me clean
Though I am dry in the lee
Of this porch, of the wind
Of a past I rescind
This moment is mine
The echo, a sign
That my hollow places
Scars and traces
Are not so far behind
That they cease to bind
Although I am learning
This glorious burning
Feeds decadence and decay
The way we all pray
To our own saving grace
In our own silent place
Where we confront our story
Beside transcendence, and glory
So I write, to spite
Darkness and light
Recalling that society
And also piety
Are constructs of fear
Divinity is near
Not found in perspective
Or a comfortable elective
Your soul is your own
A struggle, wisdom grown
From all that you were
Those paths that diverged
Led you unerringly here
There is no need to fear
Be all that you are
An unnamed star
Shine alone, while those deride
For it is in solace that you reside
where you most presently become
A contribution to the sum

 

Reflection

The smile that is reflected in the mirror has a twist, an unintentional smirk
At the irony of life, how our light
Is found on the darkest inner pathways we walk

To be honest with yourself is a monumental effort requiring bravery
Facing your demons with nothing to arm yourself with but a sharp wit and steel spine
Perhaps that is what makes you… Or breaks you

We all slip on our assent up the mountains within us
To persevere or to surrender is one of the few choices we possess
In this world revolving, spinning madly in a void
Of space we maintain around the orbits of others

Rain On The Windows to My Soul

It is a long road, full of shadows and leaves glowing with golden sunlight
It is full of laughter that makes your eyes water, and tears that wet your cheeks and drown your inner voices
It is scattered with thorns and flower petals

She loves me, she loves me not…

Now the leaves of the oak tree will illustrate
How beautiful it can be to fall
From our own heights attained, we tumble
And in this way, we learn our lessons

Leaving only footprints in the groves, or ribbons in the boughs
We travel onward as a wind,
Who whispers in the meadow

Others pass us by like clouds
Bearing a welcome shade or a violent storm
We wear the marks of their passing in our blooms courted by bees
Or trampled with tempest
But always the world turns and the time will come
To risk it all in withering, sending forth our seeds
Seeking root elsewhere in those fertile soils
Of friends we have yet to meet

Evolution, Revolution

Some things are… melting

Now, I am quiet

Where all sounds of the night speak clearly

To ears that are painting the resonance

Of rain, of spirit

Moving stealthily in the silence

 

I dance to melodies only I can hear

In the crickets, in the wind

This seat is my own, this view of stars

The thoughts and echoes of midnight

Returning, revolving in the flow of water

To the sea

To the sea

As a river, let it be

A path for salmon to follow…