Wonderings of a Wanderer
Thoughts
Wednesday, January 16, 2019
Sunday, October 28, 2012
Migration and Navigation
Spanning the globe…
Inherent…Inherited…Intrinsic…Intuitive…
What makes one form a sense of Migration and Navigation?
Grid of Coriolis force and equal magnetic vertical force
over the world… shifts... turn... in turn
The tide of seasons dance upon the air and in the wind of
change…the grip of gravity spins…spherical force and undulating force…Ripple
out in waves of unseen influence…
Senses take one to the realm
of…Sensation…Stimulation…Thinking…
Bringing us closer to the source or driving one away?
Adrift in the void of peripheral vision…the spatial dance
of density and light…reeling in a sea of sensation…
What brings one to the point?
Is it the force of that point already within…?
Or the origin of that motion…deliberating its point?
We span the globe with our technology and still we cannot
find... the way…
Environmental…Genetic code…Cellular memory….
What makes a man dance….a bird fly…a fish swim…
What takes one to the wonder and contemplation of the “Why
of it all”…
While we… as navigators…circumvent the prescribed sea of
humanity…
We map and measure the globe with tools that has allowed
the human race to redefine and navigate this sphere in space…covering the globe
in an ardent attempt to define that which is home…and that which is unknown…
Pulsing…Spanning the great divide… Probing
the essence of thought…
Wondering why it is that when we look out onto the horizon
line…we seem misplaced in time…
Out onto the sea of the vast unknown… We stick to the
shoreline in our mind…
While others…Who look beyond... develop a sense of direction…
Navigation by the star….suns…by wind...by sea…by day…by night…the
vigil of landmarks are keys to the “Ley” way…
“Each kind of plant…each kind of animal is unique in the
conditions under which it can most easily obtain the energy so vital to
existence”
World of Night by Milme
Can it be…through seeing ourselves mirrored in the other
systems of life…That can we better understand the dynamic complexities of our
own inherent nature…?
“Nature brings us back to our absolute truth whenever we
wander”
Louis Agassiz
Maritime Fog
Turn round thy denizen of mirrors
Cajoled over thy land and sea.
Marching Beacon…
Parade of light
Muffled with in folds of moisture
Engulfing as thy eternal comforter.
Quilted with punctured mistakes
Drawn by lights fading breaks.
Whose storm held each line
A butte’s twirling skirt
Skirmished the Earth’s shores.
Keys of splintered board
Lost to the tides
It’s treasured hoard.
Rip tide drown
Thy dreams surfaced
‘round
Quicker than life’s
Breath
Give -ith
IF
IF
Everything is of its self
Does…something exist outside another?
Are they or are they not independent concepts except if
sharing attributes?
What then causes the ‘Mode’ of perception IF that which is
found free…IS…
And cannot be necessarily measured by eternity
Being expressed through the finite form…
Conceived…to coincide in the residuals of the mind…
When in thought…thinking itself….IS…
Determined in parts that are unique yet necessarily
separate…
Finite after ‘its form’…being that everything that is
known…IS…
Through the conditions of influences…bias of self regulated
causalities in and of the nature of substance….
When Nature is the sum total of the infinite, yet baseless
in form, lacks definition….
The linear defense creates ‘invention’ as the byproduct of
human deduction therefore the spectrum of seen and unseen converge on the singularities
of illusions and myopic void of judgments defines its self though Natura
Spectrum…which…IS
The phenomena of cultivated minds…thinking
Think a thought
Allegory and Self
Allegory and Self
If reality is measured by ‘Man’…then is it not also a mirror?
Reflections of the inherent nature
Found in or about him?
Is then…Architecture but one mirror of man?
Found in the Edifice and Façade…to house the Fait Accompli (a thing accomplished and presumably
irreversible)
Who’s portal imposes the repository of Man
Housing the ‘Seat of the Soul’….
Wherein the question is the ‘Room for Doubt’?
Is it not the reprisal of variegated dispositions that expose the
‘Dualities of Man’ and his vacillation concepts of consciousness?
Administering and Admonishing the fallow of the ‘Mind Fields’…
Rendering the allocated elements of thought to follow neglected
standards…
In which ‘Man’ cultivates the top of the Heap…
No wonder we have ruins…..
Thursday, July 8, 2010
The Fate's Test
Klothos whim with her shear so dim waving her delicate blade as the sun fades…she ask of me a question in my life’s quest…”Doth thou have regrets"
Must all time pass me by without love and meaning in my life?...With eyes shut my body cast adrift in the sea of uncertainty, only to divine a hope for strength within me~
Pivoting pulse spins me through time…My subtle frame now reclined…So the Norn’s do swing with twine in hand and pendulum to my chest …And all the while I smile but do not jest... for love is sacred and of truth is blessed~
I look not away from the rhythm and hum of the motion and swing of a Damocles like tongue…Nor do I shut my eyes for the shout of passion and glow of life still penetrates beyond my orbs…so I bow and reflect to remove any distain…embracing all that is of subtle refrain to know that deep within me something feels… so I remain~
Cool and motionless fears do rise… for there have been tides I did know and quell…Toast and cheer filled the vessel of an endless well…Yet in the bittersweet quass I did drink to the drops of ever last as long as there is truth here in this glass~
So forged now through understanding and tempered by passions’ fire I am alive...I am aware……YET…In my start I sought to dwell in the warmth of an unconditional heart…Not of my own beating mind you but against the crest of life’s turbid storm…So to remain or be forlorn~
Cast adrift in the sea of emotions and sonar’s songs…I reach out to embrace a beacon of hope bobbing and dashing against the void…Yet in my hands…held fast in my grasp are rocks and stones I fear to let go for they are all that I have ever known~
My body so frail did grope the diving tower that did not float….The endless shadows consume my voice…Slashing waves reduce my flesh…Am I so small against such test?...Do I lay anchor…is there a bottom…Do I rest~
Off in the sea of flux and uncertainty is there a rope for me?...Will I ever be free?~
Why must I seek to find comforts outside myself lest in time to forget myself…So… I let go of the stones held fast from the past…I rise above and am free at last
Must all time pass me by without love and meaning in my life?...With eyes shut my body cast adrift in the sea of uncertainty, only to divine a hope for strength within me~
Pivoting pulse spins me through time…My subtle frame now reclined…So the Norn’s do swing with twine in hand and pendulum to my chest …And all the while I smile but do not jest... for love is sacred and of truth is blessed~
I look not away from the rhythm and hum of the motion and swing of a Damocles like tongue…Nor do I shut my eyes for the shout of passion and glow of life still penetrates beyond my orbs…so I bow and reflect to remove any distain…embracing all that is of subtle refrain to know that deep within me something feels… so I remain~
Cool and motionless fears do rise… for there have been tides I did know and quell…Toast and cheer filled the vessel of an endless well…Yet in the bittersweet quass I did drink to the drops of ever last as long as there is truth here in this glass~
So forged now through understanding and tempered by passions’ fire I am alive...I am aware……YET…In my start I sought to dwell in the warmth of an unconditional heart…Not of my own beating mind you but against the crest of life’s turbid storm…So to remain or be forlorn~
Cast adrift in the sea of emotions and sonar’s songs…I reach out to embrace a beacon of hope bobbing and dashing against the void…Yet in my hands…held fast in my grasp are rocks and stones I fear to let go for they are all that I have ever known~
My body so frail did grope the diving tower that did not float….The endless shadows consume my voice…Slashing waves reduce my flesh…Am I so small against such test?...Do I lay anchor…is there a bottom…Do I rest~
Off in the sea of flux and uncertainty is there a rope for me?...Will I ever be free?~
Why must I seek to find comforts outside myself lest in time to forget myself…So… I let go of the stones held fast from the past…I rise above and am free at last
No Man's Land
Here I am in the flux and flow
My heart wishes to bloom and grow
Yet my mind’s persistence says…let go
For nothing here can the wind blow …
And pain is not the only truth I have known
So I question everything inside… Whispered…I choose not to hide
All the depths to take a dive... Shouted…Let loose and let me thrive!
For the unknown makes me alive…. In Childlike fascination...Yet how am I to survive
So awake in No Man’s Land…
My tongue… cannot taste
My limbs do not quake
My eyes no longer see
I am bound …yet free
Molten senses in periphery
I feel just beyond the breath
Caress of shadows dart about my breast
Bare boned I shutter in the welted vesture
All that is…removed…there is nothing left
Last threads are pure…I resist no measure
The limbo quickens like sand in my mind
Transition to the downward spiral lures me
Trepidation to shut down all that I am within…
But wait…this is when it starts to get interesting…
Floating on the surface of the Void …
Resistance to the Soul afire…purgatory to let me burn yet not heal
Until I find my voice…only then can I feel
In my rational mind… towering walls hold me in
Not a door or window to view the sun setting
Add another brick…or new mortar to set in…
This structure I call skin…
Where do I begin…where do I end
Building up…Tearing down…
Reinforcements from what I have found
Denying the connection to my soul
The fortress…this keep… with a forgotten key
Dark discord forces me to bolt upright…
So this is all that I have know…Yet…to accept the darkness I did hide
This temple….This of a fountainous flesh
briars upon the mountains in a serrated test
Like Sleeping Beauty awaiting the first kiss
Yet that fairy tale is not on my list
Should I take the scenic route
Let rage pour out the colors of my ways
Oh…This is where I just begin… unfold in emotional array
Toe to toe I cannot touch
The drawn and quartered sense has left me open
The resistance to feel… to express through tactile sense
The vellum wall of silence I has been dampened …to now I am residing
In this barrier called my skin…seeks to move beyond the within
The feeling comes first…the effects sublime
Daunting light in a dewy glow… Then wavering ….
Shadows dash upon the rocks of my discord
Raw energy…pushes me through like a birth
Twisted comfort of familiar pain
The pillars of my disdain
Like Cerebral Paisley
My heart wishes to bloom and grow
Yet my mind’s persistence says…let go
For nothing here can the wind blow …
And pain is not the only truth I have known
So I question everything inside… Whispered…I choose not to hide
All the depths to take a dive... Shouted…Let loose and let me thrive!
For the unknown makes me alive…. In Childlike fascination...Yet how am I to survive
So awake in No Man’s Land…
My tongue… cannot taste
My limbs do not quake
My eyes no longer see
I am bound …yet free
Molten senses in periphery
I feel just beyond the breath
Caress of shadows dart about my breast
Bare boned I shutter in the welted vesture
All that is…removed…there is nothing left
Last threads are pure…I resist no measure
The limbo quickens like sand in my mind
Transition to the downward spiral lures me
Trepidation to shut down all that I am within…
But wait…this is when it starts to get interesting…
Floating on the surface of the Void …
Resistance to the Soul afire…purgatory to let me burn yet not heal
Until I find my voice…only then can I feel
In my rational mind… towering walls hold me in
Not a door or window to view the sun setting
Add another brick…or new mortar to set in…
This structure I call skin…
Where do I begin…where do I end
Building up…Tearing down…
Reinforcements from what I have found
Denying the connection to my soul
The fortress…this keep… with a forgotten key
Dark discord forces me to bolt upright…
So this is all that I have know…Yet…to accept the darkness I did hide
This temple….This of a fountainous flesh
briars upon the mountains in a serrated test
Like Sleeping Beauty awaiting the first kiss
Yet that fairy tale is not on my list
Should I take the scenic route
Let rage pour out the colors of my ways
Oh…This is where I just begin… unfold in emotional array
Toe to toe I cannot touch
The drawn and quartered sense has left me open
The resistance to feel… to express through tactile sense
The vellum wall of silence I has been dampened …to now I am residing
In this barrier called my skin…seeks to move beyond the within
The feeling comes first…the effects sublime
Daunting light in a dewy glow… Then wavering ….
Shadows dash upon the rocks of my discord
Raw energy…pushes me through like a birth
Twisted comfort of familiar pain
The pillars of my disdain
Like Cerebral Paisley
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