In A World of Our Own Making
(“Anagogical Moments Merit Badge”, 2011, original oil)
In A World of Our Own Making
Everywhere I look I see what I see
Through a lens of my own making
A composite fly-eye’s view
Of everything I have ever seen,
Heard, touched, felt and known
A world of my own making in constant flux.
Everything is thus a filtered projection
To a kaleidoscopic mind
And yet the coming to realization
Of the light within and behind the projector
Is a process of reminder and recollection
An undoing of an unknowing at our core.
Even the hardest rock or highest peak
Eventually falls apart and washes to the sea
But eventually is too long for me
In my rush to have it all now;
The taste of alpha and omega
And all points in between.
But then the nectar of the flower here
Now reaching up through the crack
In the sidewalk of my concretizing mind
Is as sweet as that of any
Wild and free blossom
That I will never see or know….
(7/1/25)
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