commentary 2 (prose)

from 2000, edited in 2006

Mass disturbances become ordinary kind
When marketed media rule sublime
Answering only to pocketed dollars
In hands and minds of golden collars
Speed race, space haste, consumed waste
Generated hate, political debate, genetic paste –
The convenient society has become
An invention of the undone
Mere testimonials of human fate
Junk bond calamity we are in wait.

Dare we disturb these destiny gates?

commentary (prose)

Eager tapping of hearts that would dance on the earth when grass is fresh and soft
Full of dew and life that smells of earth and spring rain
Such is the spirit of youth so new it is to draw in first breath of air
The very scent of life begun and life ever til that day when death should reign
But this young flower knows not the end moment
Thinking only of the rhythm that is now and ever-changing, ever-living
It is where invention and creation exists
This is the hub of the soul’s communion with the universe
This is the spiritual abyss of glory –
So why strip and rob without intention, the very source of all that is?
Why sacrifice the soul to rob the body of life?
Why answer to rules of human condition – if only we were so astute;
To know more than what we are become --
Trained soldiers of fortune without conscience
For the glory of manmade providence short-lived
Weakened to the substance of bribery and comradery
Without the cadence of musical motion for allowing deafness
To the sounds of the reality beyond our body’s truly imperfect vision.

meditation discovery (prose)

smooth ripples echo
in harmonious beat
then pulsates to climb, to move,
to climax in systematic feat
words that add to enticing noise:
to appreciate only the cacophonic joys
in states confused with
blissful triumph and undue poise
this crazy, beautiful, lustful
moment tempts
the best of us too easily, sure
but are these memories and feelings,
if with desperation, pure?
this piece is pleasant, true -
but only a moment
but only a fragment
a segment
incomplete
of the whole
that should
could, would be-
soul, whole,
...life....

SOMETHING (prose)

Within the tragedy of forgotten mementos
Cast aside as burdens in the estate lots
Shelved pieces in a dark antique store corner
Lay what catches eye, beyond shadows
Of doubts; in brilliant effervescence, refusing rot,
This beautiful Something, tossed by mourners –
Perhaps without thought ---
Like a beautiful spiral or flower
With depths of an abyss to light
A stained glass amoeba caught ---
A loving creation of many hours
As a piece of hope so bright…
So as it speaks softly for new residence,
Did I dare and bring it to anew
Gratitude to make acquaintance
To the creator’s precious, hope filled views…