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"It is quite possible to leave your home for a walk in the early morning air and return a different person - beguiled, enchanted."
~ Mary Ellen Chase
We enjoy the whistling wind as we walk,
The cool morning breeze calms and charms us,
A peacock is perched on a peepal tree,
Its fine feathers flowing fascinatingly,
Its sound of squawking seems sophisticated,
Like mystical music to its magnificent mate;
The butterscotch-orange ball blooms in the blue,
A snake slithers silently in the sewer nearby,
Songbirds tweet tantalizingly in the tall trees,
Vehicles plying on the highway are a vision to view,
Blushing bougainvilleas have blossomed in bunches,
Numerous neem trees line the narrow footpath,
A squirrel squeezes through a small, square hole,
And we uncover God's wonders as He unveils a new day.
Jingle jangle went her wrists,
jangle jingle rang the rings that swung from bell-roped ears.
Unless she shook like a tambourine, she could hardly be seen.
When in motion Bodhrán drums and pursed wind-blown pipes
marched upright, legs as stiff as Irish dancers.
Maybe fairies danced in her eyes, or maybe drunken dodgem cars?
Something was turning and bumping,
something was walking and talking, jangling, and jingling
upon a nervy trampoline of being.
Though fascinatingly thrumming with the sonics
of a madcap Calle band she failed to transmit, nor fit,
as if she had shaken free of the crowd to be this
jiggling skeleton key seeking any keyhole of attention.
I OPENED A DOOR IN THE UNIVERSE,
ONLY TO FIND MYSELF FACE TO FACE
WITH A OCEANIC VIEW OF CURIOSITY.
ENDLESS WAVES OF QUESTIONS,
ANSWERS AND THEORIES LEADING TO ,
AND FROM THE BEGINNING OF TIME.
EXPECTING NOTHING MORE THAN
INTERESTING AND PLEASANT
INFORMATION TO ANSWERS AND
QUESTIONS STIMULATING MY OWN
CURIOSITY.
UNEXPECTEDLY , I FOUND MYSELF
IMMERSED IN A FASCINATINGLY , PROFOUND OBSERVATION OF CURIOSITY ITSELF.
THE UNVAILING OF THE TRUTH
BEHIND CURIOSITY , EXCEEDED MY
EXPECTATIONS TRAVELING FAR BEYOND MY IMAGINATION.
I HAD TO STOP AND THINK...
AND ASK MYSELF...
WHAT CAUSES ONE TO DISPLAY
CURIOSITY?
WHAT ARE THE ADVANTAGES AND
DISADVANTAGES ?
IF CURIOSITY STIMULATES THE
IMAGINATION , WHAT WISDOM
AND OR KNOWLEDGE CAN BE
REALISED THROUGH CURIOSITY ?
WHAT IF , CURIOSITY IS A GIFT ?
WHERE DOES IT COME FROM?
HOW DOES ONE RECOGNIZE IT ,
AND INTERPRET ITS FUNCTIONAL
USEAGE ? OR PURPOSE?
HOW DOES CURIOSITY RELATE TO
EXPECTATIONS AND MANIFESTATION
OF THE REALTY IN WICH WE EVOLVE
AND THE PROCESS OF EVOLUTION
ITSELF ?
HOW DOES CURIOSITY RELATE TO
CONSCIENCENESS ?
IS IT AN ELEVATED LEVEL OF
CONSCIOUSNESS ? OR , DOES
CURIOSITY STIMULATE CONSCIOUSNESS.?
IT WAS ABUNDANTLY CLEAR ,
CURIOSITY CONTRIBUTES TO THE
MEANING OF LIFE AND ENCOURAGES
US TO LOOKING FORWARD TO BETTER
UNDERSTAND OUR MENTAL ABILLITIES
OF LOGIC AND REASON AND
EXPANDING OUR KNOWLEDGE OF
THE UNIVERSE BEYOND THE PHYSICAL.
Michael E Harris
06042024
DURING MY WORLDLY TRAVELS, I MET ARTHUR ITIS.
TO TELL YOU THE TRUTH HE WASN'T THE BRIGHTEST.
HIS GOAL IN LIFE IS DISTRIBUTING PAIN.
HE LOVES TO ACT UP DURING WINTER AND RAIN,
I WAS ONCE AT A PARTY, HOSTED BY MR. GRIM REAPER.
I WAS BOUNCING AROUND WHEN I SPOTTED A KEEPER.
FASCINATINGLY ATTRACTIVE, WITH A SCIENTIFIC TYPE NAME.
SHE SIMPLY PREFERRED, BEING CALLED MARY JANE.
HER PURPOSE IN LIFE IS TO DRIVE AWAY PAIN,
FROM THOSE PLAGUED WITH ARTHRITIS EVEN MENTALLY INSANE.
HER WORK IS AMAZING, ESPECIALLY HER JELLS.
QUITE THE RELIEF FOR THOSE LIVING IN HELL.
SHE'S THE LIFE OF THE PARTY, WITH A BAD REPUTATION.
IN THE MEDICAL WORLD, SHE'S KNOW ACROSS NATIONS.
SO HERE WE STAND BETWEEN RIGHT AND WRONG.
AND ALL WE WANT IS ARTHRITIS BE GONE.
I OPENED A DOOR IN THE UNIVERSE
ENTERING "TIME THROUGHOUT TIME".
I WAS "WITNESSING AN OBSERVATION"OF
"EONS OF RECOLLECTIONS" ,
"ESOTERIC ANCIENT WISDOM" AND
THE UNDERSTANDING OF TIME ITSELF.
ENDLESS MOMENTS OF PAST ,
PRESENT AND FUTURE,
OVERLAPPING ONE ANOTHER WITH
"MULTIPLE DIMENTIONS OF PURE
EXSISTANCE"
INTRICATELY WOVEN TOGETHER
WITH MULTIPLE FREQUENCIES
OF TIME ITSELF , ADORNED WITH
A FASCINATINGLY ATTRACTIVE
"SPECTRUM OF EXISTENCE".
MY THOUGHTS WERE ENDLESS .
BUT THE VISION WAS CLEAR.
THE PRE EXISTENCE OF LIFE IS TIME.
A FREQUENCY OF LIGHT PASSING
THROUGH THE FREQUENCY OF TIME
CREATING AND REFLECTING AN
IMAGE OF THE SPIRITUAL BEING
REPRESENTING A MOMENT OF
EXSISTANCE .
WE ARE REPRESENTATIVES OF A
LIMITED "CAPACITY OF TIME".
EXISTENTIAL BEINGS SHAPING
THE EXSISTANCE OF TIME .
GUIDING THE FREQUENCY OF LIGHT
THROUGH THIS UNIVERSE LEADING
THE WAY AND IN SEARCH OF THE
"SPIRITUAL MEANING OF
CONSCIOUSNESS".
MEANING , "BEINGS AND BEAST
ARE THE REASON FOR TIME".
AND "TIME IS THE REASON
FOR OUR EXSISTANCE."
Michael E. Harris
09262025
The cup
The mauve coloured love
Filled with tea or coffee
Impish and flirty
Richly ripply
Indulgence in anarchy
Fascinatingly
A festival of crimson glee
Agelessly
A cup of happy time
Smile seated on sweet lime
Tempting me to crime
Of misappropriation for tasting rhyme
Between hungry life and beauty
Between desert and lemon tree
Whether you agree or disagree
Towards an aesthetic view
The filigree I do
With Byzantine hue
On its obviously warm surface
Sometimes shy sometimes shameless
Sometimes suave sometimes reckless
Making mystic lattices
With pink brushes
In bliss time passes
The cup blushes
Sometimes a spring gushes
The thrushes lost in their music
The clock ticks on
Shadows grow taller
Dews gather in the dropper
As dusk walks in
On your evening chin
Time hushes
As the twilight blushes
On the golden rim
As I fill it to the brim
Night and day are gone astray
In pursuit of the chimera
Of my cup mania
The night descends from the stars
Among the firefly flowers
The mania ascends
And the two meet
What a feast
Slight may outdo the sizeable
Nature is fascinatingly unique
Its sways and swings are astounding
Moon may hide the sun
A damsel may win where duchess fail
Not big and small, not high and low but
Chance, moment and providence prevail
Giant ship may sink, a tiny boat may sail
All is worthy and valued in the nature
Circumstances and contexts do matter
Not the status, extent and magnitude
Bird’s choir may foil a singer on platter
Starry night may outshine the bright sun
A timid solitary wisdom may overtake
The coveted and assorted minds by
exposing the mysteries, remained undone
A shy tiny bud lying in a forlorn pot
May catch the beholder’s eye
Strolling in the garden full of bloom
Soliciting the petals endearing his choice
The poise and serenity of cool breeze
Cradle of green trees and golden leaves
May be million times more soothing
Than the affluence of palatial room
On a wide lonely road in the summer noon
Walking fast to escape the burning heat
One can’t forget shadows of thoughtful trees
And their compassion with which they treat
The sun had vanished, it was black as black,
The air was crisper than ice.
And the wire on the fence whispered a steady humming tune
To hundreds of kangaroo mice.
We’d broken down, in the middle of Australia,
We were alone, my partner and I.
At first it was serene, just sharing a wine,
Under billions of stars in the sky.
By morning it occurred, we desperately needed help,
So we trudged about ten k to a track.
We were spotted by an aboriginal tracker in denims,
Riding with pride, on his horse back.
He gave us some water, then left for a car,
Later towing us to his quaint cottage shed.
He looked over the engine, said we could stay,
Saying if he hadn’t found us we’d surely be dead.
The starter motor had broken, bus was in two days,
So he lay a bed on the cold kitchen floor.
And said to watch any of his hundreds of horror movies,
This guy loved his blood, guts and gore.
This guy lived alone, he knew how to survive,
In this desert, he was fascinatingly unique.
He fixed our car, we gratefully shook hands goodbye,
But I can’t ever watch the movie Wolf Creek.
FASCINATINGLY ATTRACTIVE
ALLURING TO THE EYE.
MESMERIZED BY THE THOUGHT
THAT I COULD REALLY FLY.
FEELS AS IF IMAGINATION
AWOKE AND CAME TO LIFE.
SOARING HIGH ABOVE THE EARTH
MY BODY TOOK TO FLIGHT.
I UNDERSTAND IT'S NOT A DREAM
REALITY DON'T LIE.
IMMORTALS ALL AROUND ME
WE WERE SEEING EYE TO EYE.
ANCIENT WISDOM TOLD ME
TEACHING ME A LESSON.
HOW TO WALK THROUGH MORTAL LIFE
WITHOUT THE NEED FOR GUESSING.
LIFE IS TRULY WONDERFUL
BUT DO NOT BE SURPRISED.
ENTERTAINING MORTAL LIFE
THE MUSIC SEEMS REPRISED.
THE VIEW FROM IMMORTALITY
LIFE IS JUST A GAME.
IT ISN'T JUST THE MUSIC
THE SONG REMAINS THE SAME
SPRING 2015