Beyond the authority of planetary deities,
Clear of convictions
Surrounding believers,
The source of an indefinable presence
Gestates in the womb of creative thought
Its absence of structure
Is present with variations of substance
Pure, undemanding,
Flowing through every heart
And each mixed reflection
Rising through the mire and glowing within gems
Constantly birthing stellar evolution
Homogeneous, universal,
Without demand
Or semblance of reason
A shape without being
A purpose without cause
Light within every motion
Renewal within dying form
Within the expanse of its intention
It observes itself
Through the formation of its own image
This is the source that we are looking for, without really knowing what to look for or where... a presence? energy? light? god? concept? Its images are numerous and interconnected. What do we see beyond what we see? When I think of The image, all images disappear. I wonder if that makes sense. Thank you for the thought provoking journey.
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.
(nice to see you, Bob(?), hope NY is still there as are you)