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!”

*written for and posted at Imaginary Garden with Real Toads


 

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

 

 

Vincent van GoghCharles BaudelaireOscar Wilde, Paul Verlaine, and Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec were all known drinkers of absinthe.
 ether ~ a : the rarefied element formerly believed to fill the upper regions of space b : the upper regions of space : heavens.

 

We cannot teach people anything

We can only help them discover it within themselves

~ Gallileo Galilei

~ Ω ~

I approached the oracle earnestly,

Querying about her truth.

She told it all,  quite candidly,

Shared lessons,  events,  sooth.

~

I listened so attentively,

Determined to understand

The knowledge through experience she’d gained.

What helped her heart expand?

~

Naïve,  I did not realize

Her way I’d not repeat.

Indeed,  I failed to recognize

‘Twould leave me incomplete.

~

Then suddenly,  it was clear to me,

Nothing she could say

Would change the path I had to walk,

Prevent the rare foray.

~

Each leg of my life’s journey

Was specific in its goal

I must seek grace,  humility

Refine my unique soul

~

And merge with God.

 
“Earth’s crammed with heaven and every common bush, afire with God.”
~ Elizabeth Barrett Browning

~Ω~

Who dares question power found within the natural world?

The flash of light through monsoon skies, cacophony unfurled

The rapid pace of a whitetail race just ahead of the mountain lion

The movement of the earth ‘round sun or the stars in the belt of Orion

~

Who dares doubt that unknown forces unite to create?

A world of wonder, beauty and a world with anger, hate

A realm in which we each have choice to rise and learn, or fail

A universe wherein each One, given time, doth prevail

~

Who dares disbelieve that every being is divine?

That paths, processes chosen, will finally align

With ultimate perfection, achievement spawned by grace

When all will truly understand the meaning of this race

We call human.

 

 

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In a morn, by break of day

I spied the flighty, sweet sashay

~ The Lepidoptera ballet ~

Full swing in my back garden.

~

Blossoms, few, held stronger sway

Enticing troupes forth, straightaway

To plunder, rush, invade, foray

Full swing in my back garden.

~

If I removed to cut bouquet

The flowers near the cool breezeway

Then nature’s dance I would betray

Full swing in my back garden.

~

So I shall simply stay and spy

As miller, moth and butterfly try

To sup-up nectar like a parched barfly

Cavorting in my back garden.

*inspired by Phillida and Coridon by Nicholas Breton
via Carry On Tuesday

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