An experience might convey artistic thought, but from where does the channel of expression emanate? Are we but vessels of continuance, tools for some unresolved past? “To exist is to change, to change is to mature, to mature is to go on creating oneself endlessly” – Henri Bergson
Might a being’s work
A life’s journey
Be no more than
A slow trek
Whose palettes of experience
Rendering beauty often
From ill begotten chance
Be of ancient vibrations
Love and birth
Into the ever twining strings of yesterday’s today
Weaving the course for finding the next two or three
Great and simple creations
In whose presence
Creation’s heart first opened
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|Reviewed by John Flanagan
|"...Be of ancient vibrations"
now there's a thought dear to my heart
i offer no (attempted) proof - why should anyone? -
but i have a strange sense of connection..we
are after all one vibration
i like where this takes me, Odin
|Reviewed by Ronald Hull
|Nature has opened up a cornucopia for us to sample. And you have sampled it well.
|Reviewed by Amor Sabor
|the recycling of creation is neverending and it all started somewhere..."back when". Excellent expression.|
|Reviewed by Jerry Bolton
|Certainly, and damn straight we "go on creating oneself endlessly."
To those of the world who give the impression that they can actually "think," it is impossible, as they age, grow, and understand, discover and out and out gleam knowledge from whatever source, do indeed create themselves unto their own image.