Incensed -
To understand the world with wonder
Fired-up thought-tunnels become as rich trees -
Struggling to fill a sky with meaning;
Shed the leaves to find the truth,
While just the patterns are produced -
Fading as the winds change.
Flies know what to do -
Quick-jerking in response to space,
Fruit-feeding in a rhythm and a buzz
Where the brain floats - in need of such a beat.
Life starts like a gift, but measured wakefulness and duties grow;
The knowing of all the nothingness we shelter from
In sacred spaces and in digital throngs,
The special, thought-affecting songs.
We may inspire our hungry, swimming, still separated fish-forms
Treasuring dark efforts at chess.
Or grow more leaves of a Lotus to lose concern with an unfed hunger -
Our concern for being still at the shore's harsh edge
Where the breath of the first wilderness so impresses.
And you may heed, or look away
From this tree-brain pattern spilling now with leaves, reaching...
It can snap or fade on a wild stage
So long as Love, or something that burns travelling is prised forth from the earth;
Among men to feel unknown - as birds -
Set free to feast beyond all stages of the sun,
Beyond all secret emptiness when days are done.
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Gathered on This Beach: Poems & Perspectives for a Converging World
Poetrya student's writings, inspired by nature and science, and accumulated throughout the early days of the Internet, these writings explore expectations for the expressive 'convergence' to come. (revised edition 2014, with some alterations) ALT. BLURB: ...
