~Religion~

So Sure & Bold Their Faith Did Hold

30 November 2006
Headingley, England

There were Giants upon green Earth back then,
Mere mortals, not those Titan cannibals,—
Who worked assiduously to better World,
Though they knew Sisyphus was damned by Zeus;

They're just a pattern of brown leaves on earth,
That cool wind rustles & tousles in play,
¿If men's hands had thrown down I-Ching sticks 'round,—
Would chance have cast forth such a random fate?

¿Is it the issue then when Tyche strays,—
Our Permutation's pattern fell on ground,—
Or, is it just another means for Genes,
To find expressions hidden in brief Life?

¿Can minds truly foresee their Fate through Time,—?
Is the one question I would of God ask,—
For in the linking of Past & Future,
Some consolation Heart's Autumn would find;

Since thoughts now are preoccupied with Death,—
Men, with deeds written on yellowed pages,—
Long ago gone,—Long ago done,—Knowing,
That some day I'd come along to close read;

The scribbles of their thoughts like veins on leaves,
That structure gave bold actions of their days,
For They believed in an Accountancy,—
That spanned through Time immortal through all Souls.​

 

Eigenvalues

6 February 2008
Headingley, England

—1—

now lost all certainty
surrounded quantum fog
around a soul set firm

or little malleable
except necessity
confront heart's prejudice

—2—

for sun's hot foundation
man struggles with fusion

for mind's illustration
life quests past confusion

for red heart's impression
love flies through illusion

for clear soul's submission
faith prays in profusion​

 

Search if Thou Will

19 October 2008,
Flour Bluff, Texas

To each strict limits of life's bounds needs bind,—
In time or energy or mass described.
That circumscribed each mortal sphere must be
Is certainly no revelation bright.

But how all human souls their prison find
Is not a chosen destiny proscribed ;
For when man thinks of life in terms,— "just me,"
He realizes ends and means are trite.

For can a Universe man form in kind ?
Or see clearly God's mystery inscribed ?
Or free his body from today's lust fill ?
Is there an answer? Speak, Love's deep insight.​

 

Day's Simple Mass of Joy

26 October 2008
Flour Bluff, Texas

Every day new celebrations brings
Though in meanings not yet realized
For when wasp or bee or ant jaws sting
Care we little for their symmetry.

Yet ensconced in every instance small
Float sharp tiny grains of sand in shells
Irritating to form smoothest pearls
Valued treasures soul might recognize.

For one stalk of grass bent in a field
Bears seed crown of possibilities
Just like one small planet round a sun
In her bosom carries all our souls.​

 

No Astrology Here

1 January 2009
Flour Bluff, Texas

New moon is waxing in white bed of clouds ;
As war on earth reigns and humans spill blood,
Moving to perihelion with bright sun ;
Mars, shining Mecca, gloats with red fulgor.

From an extinct constellation shower
Down meteors tracing translucent arcs ;
But with mind-numbing regularity
Men start this year bombing each other's house.

Relating heavenly motions to heart's
Emotions is neutrino's unseen path ;
Yet for all soul's despair and vile reasons,—
I pray in all lands this year there is peace​