After reading this poem by Antonia at Reluctant Painter, I wrote this:
the throat has no subtle strangulation
when met by rhythms such as those
beating hearts that slip off
the page into my porcelain soul
i take my leave
midst the course palpitations,
check my vigil at the door
and wisp myself away
on the words you leave me with
while going about your day
unconcerned with my fate,
my formidable challenge
Integrity recognizes itself.–
The power of the inability to learn a lesson is the multiplier of the cost to fix it.–
The ego is a useful vehicle, if you get to know the driver.
Those are from Bradisms. Brad regularly expounds on various subjects ranging from politics to trust to caring to love, all with an inimitable style which can only be described as “pithy”, meaning tersely cogent. He also has a webpage featuring a collection of his best work, also worth visiting. Brad recently commented on my post Truth and Being, where I attempt to summarize large patterns in life, and which I almost deleted because of its intractable pithiness. But Brad seemed to understand my obscure logic. Then I found this post, “Life is…” on his website, and realized I think a lot like him. Yet he allows himself much more freedom in the realm of pithiness than I! Thanks Brad, for showing us how playfully rich truth can be.
(0)David Depape has a blog he cleverly calls “God is Love“. I’m sure he intends those words’ various echoes of meaning, from completely ironic to absolutely and literally true.
His voice is as subtle and complex as the title. He is neither religious nor atheist. The hypocrisies of organized religion get no mercy from him, but nor do rabid atheists. Somehow he finds inspiration in the ambiguous truth of neither/nor.
Take his post, The Religion of Science.
Religion is a form of stagnant science. Christianity is based on science. The priests were the scholars and scientists or their day. They observed the world and came up with a theory of existence based upon what they could observe. They didn’t know about atoms, cells and the quantum level. They came up with the best theory they could with what little they knew. Religion is science that got stuck on proving old theories. Now atheism is doing the same. Atheism is stuck on proving a point and it’s clinging to theories that are becoming antiquated in the face of new discoveries.
Instead of admitting what we know and admitting what we don’t know and moving forward from there.
I think you’ll find his views as refreshing as I did.
(5)I enjoy finding blogs (sort of) similar to mine. It’s taken me awhile to find my niche; a peculiar blend of personal experience, spiritual advice, philosophical explorations, poetry, gardening, food and general inspiration. Yesterday someone named Titus-Armand commented on my site, so I checked out his blog, Project Armannd. I was pleasantly surprised to fine a quality blog, one which isn’t prepackaged to a particular audience as so many are these days. He explores a variety of subjects toward living a better life; “about today’s society, issues of today’s world, tips on self-improvement, spiritual advices, inner peace, general psychology, happiness, and some other things…” The topics he chooses are intriguing and unique, like the psychological meaning of certain eye movements. But he doesn’t just report. He interprets. I like that. Welcome Titus-Armand (TA?). I like your style.
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My forehead
moves to frowining aggravation
to think that someone might have been
sending words that have no thought
no moment’s tender taking
to spare for a kind one,
a strong and gentle man
for Garnet
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Liz
Very nice. I just love different styles of poetry.
Best wishes to you and yours.
Liz- thank you for the gift poem. very sweet.
The pain of my little ditty is a poignant, almost sweet wound inflicted by beauty, the beauty I felt when reading Antonia’s poem Kundalini. I wrote the first part as a comment, to convey how choked up I felt after reading it.
Shyloh-Thank you. I liked your site. Please come visit again.
Garnet, what to say, such a beautiful poem.
Now, I am the one who is choked up.
I’m speechless… (Sigh)
You’re an amazing poet, Garnet…
Antonia, I’m so honored to have you visit and leave a note! Really, that means a lot to me.
To both Antonia and Yemanja, it’s comments like yours which justify the effort. Thank you. G
hauntingly beautiful…
Simply amazing. I truly enjoyed your poem.