These are
poetic experiments.
Man's quest for
the poetic element
never ceases.
He is always
caught in
the eye of awe.
He does not
make the rules now.
The rules change
depending on
the emotion
that time
and space feed him.
He must see
everything with his
wide eyes gaping.
The beginning of
poetry too,
like philosophy
is wonder.
Look and
see.
Do not stop
wondering You
are the poet.
And
everything is poetry.
Wonder.
Wander.
Saturday, February 12, 2011
for Father P.
"On this holy Mahogany Alley, I was ordained Deacon, 14 March 1998..."
what is needed is only the alley of trees, the white robe, and the date,
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