Because a heretic resides in the intrinsic
nature of prosaic fundamentalism,
I repeatedly rewire the fabric of my personae
to expand the reliability of creative assessment
and the validity of my dreams
Naturally, the resulting fuel to achieve perspective
is provided by character,
bound by universal law and supernal evolution,
So I never hesitate accepting the duplicity of my actions
Or dissociate the direction of motion,
productive as well as critical,
as the preamble for faith, growth
and a reason to reassesses
how little it really matters to be poetically viable
Or be convinced anything is truly valid or legitimate
It appears that the qualms and convictions
of human temperament
Compel the values and instincts
of intrinsic motivation
To return from where they began
In the clarity held before becoming flesh and blood
Unorthodox as it seems,
On this plane of existence
Nature is superfluous and unessential
In this dimension,
one must persistently move on
to prevent stagnancy
adapting ,transforming; developing the will
not to die anymore
Without recollection
Fascinating and compelling view of our existence.
I yearn to find "the clarity held before becoming flesh and blood". It would seem that you have found at least some insight to that.
The understanding of our own natural fleshly and soulish complexities causes us to question the existance of a plumbline of absolute truth or necessity. But, by their very nature, "qualms and convictions" must take their measure/stance from some inbuilt "guideline" which keeps us straining onwards and upwards towards that "perfect" state or dimension. Irrespective of how the material/natural world of our time and space is ordered, it is the knowledge of who and what we are on a spiritual plane which plots our graph in the Now against the axes of the unseen past and future. This all sounds like pretty orthodox, fundamental belief system to me, Jude! :)) You are a Greek thinker; historically, their intelligentsia seek a supernal wisdom more than pure gold. And I LOVE your usage of the Greek "hair-" in the title, instead of the Latin "her-". You practice what you preach: you actively make your choices, your principles and belief systems, and live by them. Treasure the questions. Honour the mystery of the Journey. Love, Kate xx
Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)
Reviewed on April 22, 2008
WE must just live our best, knowing that we've done our best...
It is true I shall have to savor this piece more than once to really absorb it but the last verse says it all "ADAPTING TRANSFORMING, DEVELOPING THE WILL NOT TO DIE ANYMORE WITHOUT RECOLLECTION." Absolutely brilliant, Master Poet I bow to your pen. In gratitude forever for caring and sharing. Mikii
You take words that multiply your point and the poem grows to extravagance for us. So many crossroads and so many ways to make a positive entry into our lives with your words.
Love and blessings,
Susan
To be able to coexist with the world and philosophies around us, within the confines of an often unsteady and unreliable political forum stretches our minds to the nth. This write has so much in it and between the lines of it that I will no doubt reread a few times before I will put it out of my mind. Very well done Jude
One must be totally convinced that they can recollect that they died or they die for nothing! Also,I agree with Sherry,ny thoughts are the same as hers. You always give us much to ponder and do it brilliantly...
Once again the wisdom of your words
Bring so many thoughts to mind!
Beautiful piece of importance of the
Different approaches of expression
I especially like
adapting ,transforming; developing the will
not to die anymore
Without recollection
The difficulty for me lies not in the next plateau, but in the getting it right in the here and now so that I will have the tools I will need, once I do get there. UGH! Monday morning, 5 a.m. logic, here. This is, as per your usual, quite a thought provoking piece. Nice!
Take care,
Sherry
I wish to be that fly in the wall when the "hairetik" realizes that it all wasn't an April's Fool joke and that in front of him/her really is the Big Boss of everything and that it is about no dying anymore...but where?
Hey Jude, A poet must be flexible enough to try new approaches to his state of articulation, even if that means contradictory transformations. "qualms and convictions of human temperament" do come into play, as well as moving on at all cost. Remembering where we come from keeps impetus on one right track, though many tracks can exist.
Your contemplative, mystical poem is living proof how 'it really matters to be poetically viable'!
Thank you for sharing Jude!
Love, Suzie :-D
Reviewed by Ron (sketchman) Axelson (Reader)
Reviewed on April 20, 2008
I will die but will not recollect, but
I know what you mean.
What purpose is a man if he doesn't know
his purpose, or having a purpose for what, a
world of purpolessness. (aint spelled right)
Happy to read you again Robert.
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.
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.
Hugs
Selene
Ron
I yearn to find "the clarity held before becoming flesh and blood". It would seem that you have found at least some insight to that.
Terry
Tip top, as this goes deeper with every read.
Be always safe,
Karen
Love and blessings,
Susan
Fee
Bring so many thoughts to mind!
Beautiful piece of importance of the
Different approaches of expression
I especially like
adapting ,transforming; developing the will
not to die anymore
Without recollection
Very powerful words!!
Peace Love and Hugesss...Morning Star
not to die anymore
Without recollection"
These words are brilliant, and say it all for me.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Take care,
Sherry
Georg
PS you make people think, is that good?
in this dimension so much is possible, its good to rewire
Thank you for sharing Jude!
Love, Suzie :-D
I know what you mean.
What purpose is a man if he doesn't know
his purpose, or having a purpose for what, a
world of purpolessness. (aint spelled right)
Happy to read you again Robert.