
Small Stone, January 2, 2012
Casting eyes ‘cross garden,
Then looking b’yond I see
The desert, pure and natural
Greeting, inspiring me
I’m grateful
For glittering eyes
Green ones

Casting eyes ‘cross garden,
Then looking b’yond I see
The desert, pure and natural
Greeting, inspiring me
I’m grateful
For glittering eyes
Green ones
Want the change.
Be inspired by the flame
Where everything shines as it disappears.
The artist, when sketching, loves nothing so much
As the curve of the body as it turns away.
— Rainier Maria Rilke
And now, a rondelet, inspired by Rilke…
Change beckons, “Come!”
Turn, curve, open up, discover
Change beckons, “Come!”
Hone not pieces, parts, but the sum
Heed not carping of another
Stoke your fire, let no-one smother
Change beckons, “Come!”
Soar, eat ether,
see what has never been seen,
depart, be lost,
but climb.
- Edna St. Vincent Millay
Like Vincent, Charles, Oscar, Paul, and Henri
I AM tempted to soar
~ surprising none more than me ~
Via Absinthe
Conservative, risk-aversive, straight-narrow, certainly
I’ve a craving for ether
Yearn to rise up and see
What’s never been
Fear of departure, lest forever lost
I analyze hazards
Consider all costs
Of climbing
And I choose

~ Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
To Goethe, a Haiku, with gratitude for wisdom shared…
This and ev’ry day
I shall strive to recognize
Power, Grace, Yours, Mine
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~ Ω ~
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~ We Are Divine ~