The core or essence of who you are is eternal. But we continually to shed our skins as we move through the decades. Its disconcerting, shakes our equilibrium. As we evolve we become more of ourselves, or more genuine-more real. We lose the masks we appropriate for survival. We also bear the weight of too much knowledge and not enough wisdom(speaking of myself)and moarn the 'innocence' of our youth. But the inner joy of connecting with Soul is priceless, as is the process of learning. The process is how we become genuine. This culture is so goal-oriented. Most of the time we end up chasing our tails. I don't know if this has any bearing on what you are trying to express, but this is my interpretation...
Whoever it is you deem to see, he/she will surely capture your imagination. I too was capture by "...familiar as the rising sun...
cryptic as spider’s silk"; a lovely comparison of strength and delicacy!
Who shall we see...and who do we seek to be? A question I ask myself everyday, still it's interesting finding out...evolving, morphing learning. Excellent write.
Hmmm... is that "grand design of moving onward" going anywhere, Sir Ace? Methinks we are all just running in circles...
Love this reflective write; it touches the soul.
Best wishes,
Carolyn
Reviewed by Joseph* OneLight*® (Reader)
Reviewed on April 21, 2005
One single person is a spectrum of amazing colour.
One of the joys in life is to view them and ourselves
from a new perspective each and every day.
I think this can be read several different ways but in my opinion we see who we choose to see. I see my parents and brothers on a daily basis even though they have passed on years ago they are well and alive in my brothers,sisters, and our children. I see the heroes of yesterday Kennedy, King, Elvis and Marilyn in the work they did that carries on today. I see the heroes of today in the volunteers in my neighbourhood and the soldiers overseas. So yes we have a lot of people we can see on any given day. Great write.
...The losing or finding of self in other people? Anyone; someone; everyone; no-one. This is a fascinating write and beautifully expressed. Think Sherry just about nailed it. Identity is a very strange thing as it can be less about self-knowledge and understanding and more about relating who we think we are to those traits in others that we seek to identify with. I love this mirrored write: when faces in the crowd "spark" within us, what is it we are connecting with? The "energy" that we recognise as self-reflective or that which we desire and maybe aspire to? "I see through the webs / Settling like patterned teardrops / Upon an unknown face... As familiar as the rising sun / As cryptic as spider's silk"; a fabulous idea of those spangled mirror fragments which absorb and transmit all things that have a bearing on our thought patterns and processes: like a brilliant veil of expanding and enlarging vision and the obverse of the dark and melancholic "widow's weeds". I could warble on all day about such things; am reading Jorge Luis Borges "Labyrinths" atdemo and his view of eternity seems to tend towards annihilation rather than liberation and expansion. Those of us whose forward movement tends to depend primarily on our thought life can spend endless time mounting and descending infinite staircases that forever lead... somewhere/nowhere, perhaps; we can't think our way into spiritual enlightenment but we sure can reason our way into spiritual oblivion. Blimey... sorry, what have I put in my tea this morning?! :)) I am a great one for self-determination but, on "walking on water" days like today, think I just need to hear a voice saying "Come!"; THEN I will perhaps know which way is up... Think I like this one, Jude! TY Kate xx
Reviewed by Kate Clifford (Reader)
Reviewed on April 20, 2005
You might surprise yourself by who you will see :-)
Isn't it the strangest feeling, to look in the mirror and wonder if we even know ourselves? So often we have felt that we were misunderstood, but never moreso than when we realize that we are changing and we are not sure what parts will remain and which ones are evolving and who we will be tomorrow. One wonders if we can hold on to those parts of us that we admire and cast away those that have brought us shame...can we truly morph into that person we have always aspired to be? If we give up one thing that we don't like does something we do like have to go as well? Is it the Ying of the Yang? We keep moving forward, but I wonder if we ever completely know who we are. A mirrored image is but an illusion of our own design. This is an excellent poem, Robert!
Take care,
Sherry
Your muse, as your spirit guides you towards yet another brilliant adventure into the realm of poetic thought, for you to share with your avid followers...Splendid poem!
Eileen
Reviewed by Judy Lloyd (Reader)
Reviewed on April 20, 2005
Well I think you nailed this one down. And you know I think you will see quite a few poets. A good job on this one.
This is a book of free verse poetry that addresses the seven main tests in life and offers some sensible solutions to passing those tests with minimal discomfort.
“The woman or man who is a poet, or fiction writer, or playwright, or all of these, is engaged constantly in a jazz ballet of vocabularies, passions, genders, histories, perspectives, death, love, and life. The music of revelation announces itself to
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cryptic as spider’s silk"; a lovely comparison of strength and delicacy!
Micke
There are so many ways to interpret this,
so many doors and even more windows!
Very captivating!
Paul;-]
Newinkwell
Love this reflective write; it touches the soul.
Best wishes,
Carolyn
One of the joys in life is to view them and ourselves
from a new perspective each and every day.
An excellent reflection Ace!
Love & Light,
Joseph
Felix
LoL!!
Good one Robert!!
Take care,
Sherry
Your muse, as your spirit guides you towards yet another brilliant adventure into the realm of poetic thought, for you to share with your avid followers...Splendid poem!
Eileen