We all think we can do things which we can’t.
‘There’s nothing to it’ – how we’ll rue those words!
Those other jobs look simple – which they aren’t.
Thus, landing helicopters, roping herds,
injecting diabetics, seem a snip:
but teaching is the softest. “What jackass
could fail at chalk and talk?” Please! Get a grip!
Just try it, bro. Go stand before a class.
We’re at the hotel’s cheese and scrambled eggs.
I’m soon to show Mercedes London’s sights.
What drains my ego to its bitter dregs
(interpreting is easy, right?) is when
I ask the staff ‘Is Big Ben open nights?’
in English, and assure her, ‘que bien!’
magnetised palms and tingling feet
collaborate with our third eye
moon and the sun bring forth cool heat
toroidal heart lets out a sigh
our breath outpost, tip of the nose
signals readiness for action
although we remain in repose
all nodes within form gain traction
present in the eternal now
the vast ocean observes the waves
each God-spark smiles and takes a bow
loving intent on heart engraves
("Eye of Storm", original encaustic, 2017)
Epiphany
I’ve had two major epiphanies in my life,
And I figure three is all we really get.
So far they are following a pattern
Of thesis/antithesis
So I assume the third will be some kind of synthesis.
The first involved pain.
When I broke my femur in a climbing accident
I had some time to consider pain
And I concluded that it can always be worse
As in, it’s never a full 10 on the scale.
The second was a couple of years later
With my second climbing accident
When I did a 40 foot backwards swan dive
Landing on rock, cracking my helmet
Instead of my skull.
What I learned when I woke up several hours later
In a hospital far from home
Was that no matter how much pain we experience
When we die it ends
As if it never had been…
I think the third when it comes at last
Will be something along the lines;
I really don’t know sh*t
And never have
Despite a lifetime thinking otherwise.
I think it’s an epiphany
To enter an open door with
Regardless of what’s come before
Somehow knowing it’ll all be familiar
The way dreams are, just before we awake.
(5/27/24)
“Woke”, past tense of “awake”,
It is generally thought that,
This is a good thing,
My worst nightmares begin,
At that point.
If being “awake” means ignoring,
Reality at another’s behest,
It’s intolerable.
Allow the thoughts of others,
Permeate my mind,
So I Might wade into the pool of diversity.
Do not deny myriad creative thought,
And when the creation blooms,
In all its perverse manner,
However, it is clothed (or not),
My Concern fades.
The impact of being “awake”,
When the travails (and joyful
Epiphanies) of life become,
We realize every thought is past,
Tense.
Wake up!
RKB
Had an epiphany this morning and yet, the screeching and scratching of the voices is always at hand.
The only thing I can trust this day and age is the walls talking to me. Ceremoniously, I want my consciousness to die.
Alas, it lies wake and unfolds the lashes concocted. From the whips of a tormented psyche.
I was alive and well this morning. The clicking of a stopwatch is the split frames of time that rip apart my wretched soul.
Part ways with the thought of living the days without the switch. Up, down, left, right. Goodnight.
He went in for a six-pack,
and came out with a smile
His heart reawakened,
the old lady—a child
(Dreamsleep: March, 2020)
I felt for him such sympathy
Because too late he had the epiphany
Of realizing just what a good thing he had
After she left him for being treated so bad
Sometimes the light comes on too late
The epiphany only magnifies our mistake
The question is, “Was the lesson learned”
Or, once again will we have to get burned
But we can learn from one another’s flaws
Was my own epiphany as I recall
And that girl that left him with a shattered life
Is now the angel that I call my lovely wife
By Joe Flach, written and posted on July 27, 2013 for the “Glimpses of Epiphany” contest.
11/10/12
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A sound of silence veers its head
Staring blankly into obscure delight
A recognizable face appears in the light
Inward laughter—fed
Never heard it this loud before
Something shifts on volume low
The majority has become the foe
Even words—they ignore
No one needs to understand
For all is heard within
All they need is that grin
All else—reprimand
EPIPHANIES
You suddenly see truth - like a vision -
That you couldn’t see before.
When you suddenly pull open
A previously closed door,
And you say well of course,
Could’ve seen it before instead of behind !
I should have known already!
I must be deaf dumb and blind !
Oh, it’s just dawned on me:
Epiphanies are to do with sight.
A light just went on in my mind:
Now I can clearly see bright.
Wandering in the night
Of the three kings’ long journey
Their guide-star’s shining light
Gave them their very first Epiphany.
Their search for kingship ended
With an opened stable door
They found their vision of truth
While kneeling on the floor
A broad incision I'll lay across arms
Spelling what will be of us
Two expelling the third I've known
But at what real cost does it come?
Will Third be settled as is dead?
Or forever be a slient secret?
This chance could only come on this time
For rhyme and reason
I'll say it's heard that we've been one...
Take your places, hold 'em firm
Steady now, aim your arms
Align the rails, jerk it quick
Truth be told, this makes me sick
Wthin arms the neck would be squeezed
Stealing breathe from both lungs
Assumptions could possibly lead to this
Thouhgh it's said I'm not held blame against
Just kill it, quickly
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