Observe the timeless dance
contempt and respect
warring and peace
killing and love
praying and bliss.
May nouns prevail where objects fail.
I write poetry because I am am a provocateur who believes dictionaries, libraries and the internet are wonderful inventions, but everyone needs prompts to inspire and challenge their intellect, beliefs, social norms, and authority. That is where I work.
Poems are like firecrackers–compact and explosive–capable of creating a small pop that spurs people to action either from fear or some other emotional response. Only by action can we achieve a state of being–it does not come without struggle. We protest the suffering so that we look and find new ways to struggle and approach inner peace, respect, love and bliss.
Flaws and mistakes make us wiser. Humans are bound to a material existence that we have the privilege to continually recreate. We are often objects, on-the-other-hand we are capable of seeing beyond the physical plane to a state of being. We can imagine and work towards those states with the aid of inspiration and questions. Poems are short and compact enough to permit the hearer to launch into a personal quest for a truth of their own. They can utilize the tools invented by humans for self-education instead of finding “all the answers” from some authoritative source of knowledge.
Thus in my preferred educational world, a learned person does not produce anything so perfect as a textbook with all the answers, that would be the antithesis of education and growing knowledge–no, not certitude but ambiguity, not diagrams but metaphor and allusion, not perfection but inspiration. Do not teach literary devices, use them so others can be enlightened by their efforts to understand them, i.e. poetry is too important to be left to poets.
Ride a Bicycle
Today’s reading and meditation begins on
A Diabolical Game
The US In Bed With Terrorists and the question is Who is diabolical here?
Suggestion: Ride far enough to release an answer.