Books by richard lloyd cederberg
"One generation passeth away, and another generation cometh" Ecc 1:4
From the concept
To the moment of truth
When what was fancied
Is breathed into what
Were otherwise stochastic
Particles drifting aimlessly in
The upper atmosphere of hypothesis,
A place where curiosity thrusts hands into
An infinitude of theory and begins to form (from
Vivid mental images, eagerness, and wooing spirit)
A new creation never existing before in times continuum,
Understanding that as human beings are wrought from nothing and
Given form, so, espousing art and life, as being bound inextricably
In formulation and purpose, marks deeper understanding
So into the crucible the
Metalworker thrusts the alloy,
Heating and altering its contents,
Sand-casting to mold a thing functional
To offer a thing necessary
To perpetuate a cycle
Where life lives and breathes
And all search for depth of purpose,
Living mists appearing and disappearing,
Potters wedging the clay, removing the air,
Repeatedly throwing it down upon the bench
And cutting through and rejoining it in a different
Orientation to form, upon the wheel, a thing usable of
Function, necessary to fulfill a purpose, momentarily satisfying
A need in the grand cycle of birth, growth, fruition, demise, as the
Fullness of time rises to appointed levels, in the ebb and flow of
Universal dynamics, and all enlightened carry on a Holy cycle
Of creating something bearing Light and Life usable for others
richard lloyd cederberg
A Monumental Journey Novels
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|Reviewed by C. McGovern-Bowen
|and may that Holy cycle ever elevate our journey through this mysterious universe...
you are such a talented writer, richard.
peace & blessings,
|Reviewed by Liana Margiva
|POWERFUL POEM!!!!!!!!!!! Liana Margiva|
|Reviewed by Morgan Merriweather
|In creation comes the change (improvement), Constantly busting out of cycles into new ones.....or are they.....~ Morgan|
|Reviewed by Chantilly Lace (Reader)
|Woww...beautiful writing sweet man....awesome indeed...have a wonderful and safe day...Hugsss|
|Reviewed by Sheila Roy
|An exceptional poem, Richard. Love the imagery of that metalworker. Love and hugs,
|Reviewed by John Flanagan
|The philosopher doesn't always have to sit under a tree
or on the peak of the highest hill to see
for vision is within and Richard Cederberg sees...
|Reviewed by Ed Matlack
|I have to go with what was already said; that being easier than trying to understand what was already said in the poem itself...but you know me, not too very much upstairs, as it were or is...? e|
|Reviewed by Christine Tsen
|Such an articulate rendering of fractal creations, Richard!
The cycle of creation, birth, growth, maturation and decay seems to repeat itself in all kinds of cycles in a series of concentric circles. Very thought provoking!
|Reviewed by E T Waldron
|Your insight is so spot on chum,brilliant work as always, stochastic
a new word for me,thanks;)!
|Reviewed by Karen Vanderlaan
|more like a quest, I think-i like this, very much|
|Reviewed by Gene Williamson
|It's a long journey you trace, Richard, toward enlightment
and that selfless moment of truth. Powerful, as always...
to perpetuate a cycle in the ebb and flow of universal dynamics.
|Reviewed by Ronald Hull
|The cycle is accelerating of its own accord. Hence the hesitance of each generation to join in the light. Hopefully, heaven will come before hell catches up.
|Reviewed by Peter Schlosser (Reader)
|we're just mayflies in the grand scheme of things, we perpetuate the cycle for no other purpose but to perpetuate the cycle, collecting little bits of wisdom here and there, attempting to decipher the nature of our existence, when in fact we are just extensions of the universe observing itself, like little, talking hand-mirrors all caught up in the cosmic flux. damn, sounds like something out of HR Puff'n Stuff!! beautiful writing, like the stanza formation too, very artsy!!|