Shadow of an Echo
Nature's light
partner to the creative roots
begetting shadows stretched forward
as respite and nurture
for blank-canvassed mirrors
Just as Growth sprouts new buds
striving to secure its truth
even as its tenure brief
its seasoned seed
stem
leaf
branch
stalk
reaches
upward
outward
reorganizing light's landscape
So too the artist's quest for abstract's truth
drinks in light's oft times harsh reality
knowing to nourish the layers beneath layers
time must be allowed to manifest its purpose
For in order to cultivate the fields of now
not knowing what tomorrow may bring
an artist's consciousness must drink to its roots
where heart and mind's osmosis awaits
Trust
Light of creation is patient
knowing the harvest
will echo forth its bountiful extensions of countenance
only when shadows are honored as shaded reflection
when wisdom undiscovered
is allowed to reveal its gentle epiphany
Finally
To age
to rest
beneath other shadows once more
as love's perpetual blossom
awaiting tomorrows embrace of
yesterdays seedlings
anticipating future's children
as creation's emergent
not yet born
Time
Such is an invitation to
infinity's many mysteries
the challenge that has no end.
Science fiction writers have dreamed of earthlings leaving our planet and exploring the universe you describe. It is fraught with many dangers that are far greater than any beings depicted in so many stories.
If we are to reach that grand stage beyond putting eight individuals on the moon 56 years ago for a moment or two before bringing them home safely, we have to pull together as a planet and not as private companies or nation-states.
We will have to grow up and understand our destiny. Understand that our planet the way we view it, is doomed and we must leave if we are to survive and not become extinct like almost everything living before us.
All this in our little "blink" in time as you have described in this insightful, thought-provoking prosetry.
Ron