Absolute
by Frank Daub
I have always dealt -- in absolutes.
I was educated in this way.
The greatest Man who ever lived
knew NIGHTIME -- from the day.
An absolute stands timelessly
above the doubt –
and tall.
Yet those who will not understand
Reject truth as a wall.
The clover lay still, closed,
small, certain,
nothing to offer,
the color of her going dark—
a vitreous-Tyrian.
The bee, chromatic senses’ tasting on the tongue-tip
licking the runes of black-light-lace
circled once, twice—
warm wing-drift brushing kindred nearness
his thorax trembling, scent of sun-saturated-sweetness
nectarous-fragrant with desire.
He loved the clover
and she opened—
bright, fearless, certain—
the sound of yellow flooding her interior
surrendering her nectar into sunlight-passion
petals, wings, one heart
timelessly infused.
there are faceted sides
with the jewelers cut
an intuitive act – an empath’s work of refinement
that boasts mastery and natural symmetry
stolen from the roughness
commandeered from a fleck of carbon
embodied in 990,000,000 years of evolution
he endeavors to open and free its beauty
precisely the third eye reconnoiters
with tools representing intellect
impowered by skill and modern techniques
he strikes off chards of nature’s ancient creation
chiseling to remodel its perfection
he facets to release the light
shielded and tendered in millennial history
that has waited timelessly to be revealed
like the voice that creates the aria
each note given the precise clarity
birthing the song
he imbues the human element
melding with the majesty of this ancient stone
taking shape, becoming a source for his soul
he and the stone are one
with the wisdom of what eternity truly is
within the infinite human heart
KRONOS KAIROS
I am old
I am new,
I am elderly
I am young
I am from all times
of chronology... I was
when I use chronos...
But, being a child,
I want to remain being one
even mature, knowing...
I am old in convenience
being young in thought...
when Kairos takes me
divine consciousness,
timelessly, essence...
I live the times... all good!
"Never better ages"
I am, always was, will be...!
Since ten thousand years ago!
or more, I still don't know...
but I will know! Cronos
is not needed...
Kairos will show me
the truth... will set me free...!
The dawn breaks slowly over mountains of gold,
Its light a promise that stories unfold.
Your eyes, twin flames in the morning mist,
Guide the wanderer whose heart has been cold.
Though distance divides and years part,
Love's thread remains, strong and bold.
Through all the seasons,
I carry your spirit,timelessly told.
And in my final breath,I whisper your name,
Pheko,Bother Of Solly
In every pairing there is always the chance
Of mutation, pushing forward
Or genetically thrown back
To something now dormant
But still timelessly valuable,
Unintended consequences of evolution
Unlikely and even unwanted.
After all times change, values change
Yet human nature remains the same.
Every time someone is wronged
Murdered, assaulted, abused and cheated
Of course there are victims
And of course the fear/hate of revenge
Retribution and justice is stirred up,
But also in every harm is an opportunity
For insight and compassion
And true compassion embraces all.
Perhaps the greatest insight
Is that love, not hate, is foundational to Life.
And love is more mysterious and profound
And yet immediate and knowable
Than we can ever know.
In every act, loving or hateful,
There is a chance to see the play of Life unfolding.
(10/11/25)
Rhythm
of a river
meanders timelessly
with shallow edies that lie still
until the season's tempo moves along
and I hear haunting siren's call
when the river flows by
in unbroken
rhythm
Timelessness
Permanence
Without movement
And as movement..
Timelessly it's
What's happening...
Not
A word pointing
To the emptiness of
Seeming things...
Immersion
In nature's abundance
With no one to immerse..
Nature arises
Seamlessly
Timelessly..
Nature is the
Emptiness already
Everywhere...
TIMELESS ELEGANCE
Age notwithstanding, I'm lost in the fountain of eternal youth,
Motionlessly moving, with a heart that's full of truth,
Timelessly thriving, in a spirit that's full of proof.³
I am a timeless wonder & my spirit remains vibrant,
Full of life, regardless of age, with a heart that's resilient,
Shining bright, with a soul that's radiant.6
VICK MANUEL POETRY
{VMP}
Copyright ©?August 2024.
A stirring storm of lightning like lava caused commotion.
Among seraphims and cherubims… clouded confusion.
The father asked, when all prophets failed, 'who, now, would I send?'
Celestials, like souls of ghosts, stood benumbed at your consent.
Didn't the chorus of 'Holy' give you endless pleasure?
Did the heavens strain you so that you sought earthly leisure?
The galaxies and constellations stood in sombre surprise.
Who could stop you when visions of salvation filled your eyes?
Didn't you know a cross-shaped piece of wood would be your bed?
Your flesh would be torn. Bones would be broken. Blood would be shed.
Stretching your nailed hands and your damaged legs, you would stand dead.
Wasn't it with no knowledge of grief that you went ahead?
The heavens descended on the earth at your incarnation.
Times, O Christ, ticked your timelessly timed perpetuation.
Have you ever been hungry
For something you have never done
Praise the Lord
Have you ever seek a lesson
That you never knew existed
Amazing gracefully
May you be remembered,
The scattering of the cloud
Showing an image
Who could that be?
The movement of the sea creatures
Embracing a name
Where it all began
May you be honoured,
Have you ever been inlove
For something that is not even worthy
Praise the ancestors
Have you ever seek a knowledge
That you never knew you needed
Aging timelessly
May you be remembered.
Louis Armstrong …
a class by himself
Not Dixie or Jazz
but much deeper felt
Growing better with age
his music enthralls
If fourteen or forty
his melodies call
Both Ella and Ray
are seated out front
As Satchmo delivers
when others exeunt
Timelessly treasured
he’d broken the mold
Of what sound can measure
—and a smile can hold
(Dreamsleep: December, 2023)
Within soil's silent phrases
love would love to find flesh
hearing what Earth repeated
timelessly amused again
with pregnant pauses
You know how touching feels
yet can't articulate sacred Mother's mantra
resonating octaves
of radiantly colored energy
empowering pitch
scale
shape
Sighted sounds
resounding sacred calculations,
masculine 1-sums
sniffing feminist 0-souls
with erect respect
Sacred views
unvoiced full spectral choice
profound
elegant
exquisite
intimately intricate
imaginations
Wise as ancient integrity
absorbs what hypocrisy divides
from Earth's well-timed warming powers
to inhale Sun's silent,
yet full sighted, light
rediscovering sounds
for soulful silenced
power
In between
silent phases
phrases
of Earth's moon
and tidal seas
and seasons
passion needs to feel us
deeply listening
Widely learning
what and why and when
Earth repeats Her fractal
timeless fractures
fusing sensory beats
Repeating
musing wisdom circles,
dancing spirals
fusing echoing silence
musing one timeless rest
not not noted
pregnantly again.
Golden rays filter through rustling red leaves
Oscillating fall colors to rhythms of evening
Amid sounds exotic as animals roam freely
Deep into wilderness, where rare birds sing,
Where trees groove merrily to musical winds,
Whirling, weaving motifs of autumnal glee;
While leisurely they stroll, exulting playfully,
Exchanging stolen looks of notions romantic,
Divulging, without words, secret love-missives
Lying dormant, yet simmering for some time,
Virgin passions strumming enamored minds
Revealing now openly, fervent beats of life.
“Oh! how I wish” she says, “to live in a cabin,
lingering timelessly, savoring realm pristine,
of blazing autumn prairies, burbling streams,
wandering to spring reveling your company;”
As moonlit vibes sparkle, love in bashful eyes,
Rejoicing first-ever kiss, blissful in paradise.
January 3, 2023
Placed 7th: Feel Free Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Sara Kendrick
“Autumn leaves don’t fall; they fly. They take their time and wander on this, their only chance to soar.” Owens, Delia. Where the Crawdads Sing.
Based on quote 7 above.
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