Ere the circuits of the brain cease to signal, and the heart keeps time no more, death descends upon cautious minds that rest along the shore. Whence the plasma of thought stems its flow, the raw ore of curiosity is cast into dogma, the heat of doubt is resisted - the death of mind descends. … Continue reading The Death of Mind
Gaze upon a narrow tip, a single hair’s end, the sharp point of a blade, a microscopic apex where particles dance - As you cast your towering shadow over that minute space, reflect on your place in a Cosmos so vast, between ribbons of nebulae, heavenly spheres, deserts of sand, cellular lands, gluons, muons, and … Continue reading Gaze Upon the Apex
The morning moon deceives as I perceive it from my place of safety, free to breathe and bask in sunlight, whilst the moon forever lives in darkness -- barren, cold, a slave to Earth's density -- and from my place upon the grass I see it glowing white and set against the heavens.
Lyric thought is a kind of ontological seismic exploration and metaphors are charges set by the seismic crew. A good metaphor lets us see more deeply than a weak one. “Wisdom and Metaphor” Jan Zwicky (2008) Personally, I’m obsessed with understanding reality and ontological truth, and if academic feedback is a measure of anything, others … Continue reading Seismic Exploration of Reality’s Depths, and the Metaphor.
To my eternal consort, in all the worlds of God. I love you. Consort's Caravel Neath the shade of Sidratu’l-Muntaha, Where consorts hail the lodestar of love, Where fallen foes-in-arms embrace, Their empty eyes forever gaze. More potent than the Sufi’s quill, An Elysium to Majnun’s Hell, The silencer of Israfel, Our love - a … Continue reading Happy Birthday Brooke.