…soul is the delicate yet durable cloth woven …
What title shall you give me?
What echo shall I reply?
“Justice,” you say…
While indifference warms the masses,
And “just ones” shiver in the cold!
Poverty walks and lies
By the side of the world
With eyes that cannot see
The Face reflected
In the stars above.…
It is generally accepted that one of the great art jewels of the city of Florence is Michelangelo’s majestic sculpture of David. I’m glad that we actually took a guided tour in Florence that included a trip to the Accademia to see this great sculpture and to hear the guide provide such a multi-layered historical and aesthetic description of how the art came to be. …
A fortress of matter seals unborn destiny
A guard stands blindly watching and waiting…
Dark light pregnant with time and space
Dreams in death so deep and daring…
Echoes of a past not yet conceived
Both fallow and fertilized, humming in silence…
Like a borrowed grave in a nameless new garden
Death tosses and turns in restless slumber…
What force could awaken such an impersonal landscape
With depth of complexity buried within?…
The love and concern that we have for our loved ones quite naturally includes a desire to provide for them all the love and security that we can. We don’t want them to suffer and experience pain and confusion, and sometimes we go to great lengths to try to stave off these experiences. …
I hope children still play Tag! I feel that it has some far-reaching implications that we can take into adult life and apply if we are creative. Once identified as being “it,” we each have a chance to run around, chasing others, trying to touch or “tag” them, so that they now are “it.” …