Showing posts with label sight. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sight. Show all posts

Saturday, October 20, 2018

Proof


Don't look now
But
it is always inconvenient
to pay full attention.

The mirrors must not be clear.
Of course, there was backing
in this philosophy.

We were indifferent
as I came to discover with age
The wisdom was
quirky and quintessentially
duplicable,
making this extremely
life-like.

In fact,
there were explanations,
motives, charts, statistics and
microscopes as well as mass
spectrometers.
Facts could be made like laws.

Help is belittling, humility is compromise.

Say,
We now know
why women want pickles when pregnant.
Motherhood is mainly mammalian.

Nothing is new or novel.
It could be predicted with nearly ninety
percent accuracy,
Those who would be beaten and abused,
were confined, resigned to their situation,
like all atoms and half-lives.

It was worth looking around
if only to see
how natural it is for us
to reflect and blind,
bend and squint
without ever reaching a definitive conclusion.

This could be conveniently called,
Power
if only it was adopted as knowledge.



Image By Unknown photographer [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons. Central Cancer Research (Immunology laboratory).






Monday, October 30, 2017

Nonsensical


As we explore the depths of the oceans, 
seeking the ends of eternity as
conceived by space, 
mapping the matrix of the mind,

We hope 
we are making sense.
Some more sense of what may be 
behind the Divine and beyond evil.
Veiled by our vanity,
we can only hope to master
some special skills.

We are instructed, 
we are given-with grace,
five senses to use, freely.
We all know better.

Untapped potential, 
the vein, the mother lode,
these things that we seek
are lying here
not waiting 
for us to see,
not weighting
to matter.

Now, tell me about touch…

Can you feel me looking at you from
where I stand?

Can I make you cry with words, 
or laugh with only
black and white?

How do you know something has been moved?
Do not step there! Slow Down! Watch out! 
Has this voice
ever saved you before?

And pray, tell me, mind over matters
like these explosions of energies that spin wildly,
may we tame bursts by will, tempt with them with time,
temper these with new neurons
and cast off-the surplus?
Is it all too much?

A little release travels faster than light
yet always
dissipates all ways 
with so much space and water
between bodies
empyrean expanses, abysmal astrodynamics and such.

It was current
thought, 
that the thought wave and the wave of gravity,
ate projected invisibly, the unseen senselessly
Ignored-

As if maybe,
it didn't make sense, as if
'may be' meant there were more ways to feel
than five, or how do we know anything is alive? 

None believed in what they could not see.

With no matter to feel, to put a name on,
with nothing to touch us with shape or edge,
with so much space, with all the emptiness

making up all the meaning 
It is all the more touching
that we find our way by feel,
getting somewhere, 
After All.



“Hast thou entered into the springs of the sea?
Or hast thou walked in the search of the depths?
Have the gates of death ben open unto thee? 
Or hast thou seen the doors of
the shadow of death?
Hast thou perceived the breadth of the earth?
Declare if thou knowest it all.
Where is the way light dwelleth?”

(38:16-19, The book of Job via Primo Levi) 





Painting by Martin Johnson Heade [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

Friday, March 24, 2017

Teach her


There was something of a
learning curve
that resembled the arc of an eyebrow
hoisted in intrigue
as though there were more connections
to be made, fine hairs to grow
to bring a-round
complete insight
from the pupils center.


Art by Alphonse Legros c. 1949 in [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

Saturday, July 16, 2016

Left field of vision


It is in the lower left quadrant
between six and nine
there is nothing to see...

There are some occurrences
that demand no specific attention
ceramic crackles
just as our fault lines do
blur, widen and fall.

Most people fill in the blank spaces-
I always assume half empty is totally open
(this leaves room for more)...




Image Photo by CEphoto, Uwe Aranas [CC BY-SA 3.0 or Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

Tres (trace)

Water Today, warm raindrops glass blurs, the blurry glassy, sharp sparkles sugar. Behind Evening, it was good. Leaves all turned into shadow...