Inside This Cave

Inside this cave, my refuge, nave I bend and stretch and breath, to find myself among the ruins of ancient places, faces, and history. Although I strive to change the tide of my own motivations, something akin to a Zephyr wind has me returning to old foundations. Cornerstones, above the bones of ancestors crying out in vain, “I too once lived, loved, and looked above, beyond mountains, clouds, and rain.” Within my walls I read the call of (by far more) learned minds, who looked beyond their own demise, to future points in time. Beyond hate and war, the kind that tore humanity apart at the seams, cataclysmic, apocalyptic, nightmare scenes. Socrates knew, as Plato too but they were only the beginning, of a line of thinkers, knowledge drinkers, all of them underpinning. How we should live, think, act, and dream From day to day and night by night, great thinkers lived that they might give a more beautiful, brighter, shining light. Their list is longer than King Tut’s curse and all the books throughout the earth could never touch their individual or collective worth. From Pythagoras to Parmenides Democritus to Hobbes, St. Augustine to Aquinas, Ayn Rand to John Rawls. From Thales and Anaximander, Homer to Thomas Kuhn, AL-Ghazali to Maimonides, From Budda to Sun Tzu. From ancient days to modern ways of beckoning the questions how and why, Inside this cave, my refuge, nave, I bask and ask, the Oracle at Delphi.