From Ulysses - Ithaca
What spectacle confronted them when they, first the host, then the guest, emerged from obscurity, silently, doubly dark, by a passage from the rear of the house into the penumbra of the garden?
The heaventree of stars hung with humid night-blue fruit.
…
What special affinities appeared to him to exist between the moon and woman?
Her antiquity in preceding and surviving successive tellurian generations: her nocturnal predominance: her satellitic dependence: her luminary reflection: her constancy under all her phases, rising and setting by her appointed times, waxing waning: the forced invariability of her aspect: her indeterminate response to inaffirmative interrogation: her potency over effluent and refluent waters: her power to enamour, to mortify, to invest with beauty, to render insane, to incite to and aid delinquency: the tranquil inscrutability of her visage: the terribility of her isolated dominant implacable resplendent propinquity: her omens of tempest and of calm: the stimulation of her light, her motion and her presence: the admonition of her craters, her arid seas, her silence: her splendour, when visible: her attraction, when invisible.
You and I are just two tumbling dice
Cast into the world to show our many sides
Someday, you know, our numbers will be up
but for now we just careen
Off firm edges, with any luck
Where suicidal honesty meets broken human will
and too-good-to-be-trueness second fiddles to a thrill
Where kill-cat curiosity and dead-eyed friendships hail
And Herculean confidence self sabotage and fails
Here I build my simple nest
and continue to begin
to forge a safe and solid place
My soul to rest therein
Human being
being true
now triumphant, soon be blue
Stagnant and amorphous
predictably so new
honest, good intentions
waiting to come true
Miscreant by day
is monstrous in the night
surrender and acceptance
Being in the daylight
Human being
being true
now so fickle, soon to choose
Con de Saint-Exupery
Otra vez, me encuentro
Al principio precipicio
Dos pasos lejos, o tal vez sea tres
Esperandome.
Volveré a volar (lo espero igual)
Para oir las estrellas, la risa real
MYefFABLEeffigy
1. To look through two sets of eyes, upon two separate lives that have only a blink of a difference, and see a bridge that was recently built.
2. To span space and time, all things real and potential.
3. Bigger (and with more letters) than other words like surrender or belief.
4. Proof that infinity, by any other name, would be just as complete.
The boy rolls with the punches
amused and bemused by their feeble abuse
The young man rolls too, but now from the punches,
become commonplace in his fresh, cluttered life
And what of the man worn bare by fists?
Let him be simple and let him be brave
And God grant him the serenity to walk calmly forward,
toward his fate
chinese umbrella
so now i’m on the ledge
of a new and widened range
my feet are bare and feeling stones
Much of what I’ve written here reads, in my mind, like an allusion to something else. It is something I haven’t been able to identify outright and describe as it really is. This ineffable thing, I admit, is God. And I thank God that it is my God and not the god of culture and religion. Here now is my latest, most direct, and equally doomed attempt:
I support my own natural tendency to believe that we are all connected. Here and now are two reliable witnesses who can attest to that fact. We are also all made of the same material stuff, having a common source. I go further, like countless others before me, to say that all this material stuff, and the connections (here and now) binding it, are literally the form of God.
However instinctually satisfying this realization is, it would be easily forgotten by me, if not for its implications. On second look, I see that a God has been made out of myself, and out of every other… Will I be a merciful God; clear-eyed, strong, honest, and kind? Or will I be a vengeful God; frustrated, destructive, disillusioned, and vain. Thanks to the goodness of God, not only am I capable of knowing the answer to this question, my life shapes it.
And this, all of this, has been my prayer. I’m asking For the love of God, to let me live in such a way that I better express myself. And God, as a result. Seeing my prayer (here and now) is to see the answer before me. And I thank God for that.
