Within our minds resides the gift of thought
which actively commands us every day;
but also is a reservoir, well-wrought-
filled up with memories we stow away.
And like a theater, we can visit them
by choice, or often they come forth by chance;
awake, or in our sleep state during rem-
our memories unwind as sudden trance.
Our retrospects bear episodes of life
from recent pasts and those of long ago;
some stored in pain- but others, fully rife
to reminisce as welcomed afterglow.
So blessed are memories that can unfold
to waken in our thoughts- again to hold.
OBSERVATION
outlook on life
a contemporary
belief
worthy
of
attention
the setting
tense
a depiction
to witness
ordinary
life
day-to-day
in
countless
retrospects
from the
darkness
bring forth
light
via
different
identities
purveying
realism&
embracing
the unique
gift
within
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
Copyright © Brian Strand
We are all
with such or other way
have lead, moved himself or drifted out
from eternal Truth.
We are all
lived in Crist
or hidden of him
attracted to him
or betryed him,
escaping from his commandments
for convenient and comforting
existence in lies.
We are all
have splatted and grouped
for dozen religious and
hundredths branches and currents
growing from one stalk and foundation.
All specters and retrospects
of human searching and breaktroths
turnings and returnings
towards one Truth
with such or other way.
Russian orthodoxies,
Roman Catholics’,
Islam religious,
Anglican churches,
The Protestants confections,
Judaism,
Buddhizm, Sintoizm, Shamanizm and Tengrians
together with Communizms ideologies
These are all absolutely
the recollections of Crist,
prognozing him
predicting his transcendence,
visioning his laws
vaguely, clearly on not so
or creating heavy deformed image
of one Eternal Truth
who coming to us,
or gone near us
or blocked long ago
with our own falsehood, trades and traditions.
Raw
stillness
bites my soul,
retrospects of
old
flood
my mind-
memory
freezes passion
cold
winds and rain call again-
and retrospects an old flood plain