"The dice of God are always loaded." (Emerson)
Some men assume that a man's a fool until he proves his genius.
But I know that every man's a genius sometimes disguised as a fool.
Down through time unlocking doors,
of all the mysteries that genius stores.
Only that is saved that merits reflection,
For each is a brick in building a work of perfection.
The hands of time are the hands of God
creation's selection, evolution's prod.
In technologies of wonder we recreate the past
We infuse the present and build toward the future
Though all we do cannot last, we do not grasp
for though the empirical materials of these solid dreams,
are our building's beams,
fall and corrode under time's blast‑ we do not grasp ‑
For left behind is a state of being it seems.
The building of a consciousness, a dream.
We unlock the doors of the tombs of genius.
One by one, we absorb feelings of musical masters.
Of eras, and histories past
And upon the impetus of those forces
We turn and take our present courses.
Our genius lives in the visions we have barely caught,
Striking through the world like a transparent thought.
[1987‑1988] see the conclusion to the "Ruins...è
I salute You, Poet.
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
Peace, love, and light,
Amber "V"
Peace,
Dan
youa re quietly genius, but someday, i predict, very loud.
ness
Be always safe,
Karen
Think about it... inside everyone, there are zillions of galaxys just waiting to be created in your imagination. And like a toddler god, we weild our magic--creating--thinking--writing--composing--baking--crafting... and on and on.
Can't help myself... life is just so very beautiful, isn't it? --Charlie
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
Ron
wonderful write Michael...
John
creation's selection, evolution's prod". Awesome write Michael
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.