its first divisions enter human kind
as dualism and polarity:
dualism may be met by mind;
by reason, thus returned to unity;
polarity – that tool to stretch our mind –
may bring emotion’s instability:
hate and love, close-twinned, may torture hearts;
joy and sadness dance our strength away;
whate’er we think ourselves, its twin still lurks:
conceit and worthlessness, each others’ prey;
beware these contradictions in the mind;
yet, boldly brought together, One to find.
Second half, all about creating chances and a satisfactory result.
known in wonder, love and awe;its essence more than human sound;in stillness, every joyful danceis summed as if in perfect prayer;though every muscle yearns to praise,unmoving; more than mind in air;silence sings and stillness dancesin the freedom of the heart;self, content to be the watcher;loving each and every part.
yet cannot find the One in my restless mind –I am in a desert place, a place of desolation… ’My Beloved saidsee the reeds, gently swaying like swooning dervisheson the river bank, their feet in the water –a man could sit for hours and watch them –are they not beautiful?See now the reed-flute, so carefully…
the Dome Café. Theresat Jean-Paul Sartre, smokinga large meerschaum pipesuch as Kierkegaard or Nietzsche might have smoked;he had his morning coffee in front of him.Simone had not yet joined him.A circle of young admirers sat at adiscreet distance; most wore blackbut the young women could not avoida certain Parisian chic in their sombreness,their existential frown…
Two hours before the usual time for attack.I wonder what they’ve got up their sleeve for today.A bit too quiet right now, I’d sayCareful how you breathe or talkthis chilly night, out there in the open trench;frozen breath will draw the sniper’s rifle sightThe sharp nose of some human terrierpassing over the familiar smells –cordite,…
Fame…builds you upthen drains you.‘Celebrity’ – the very wordhas built-in obsolescence..then you have to appear incheap TV shows to keep it up..At least back in Milanwe knew what mattered and what didn’t.So I sit here all day, have my eyes damagedby cell-phone flash;but worst of all – the faces;gawping gormless.At least when you’re a film…
