Reach, reach, reach. Reach for the stars! No. I’m tired. Why should I?
It’s what we do. It’s what you do.
Look, look, look. Look around you! No. That’s boring. Why should I?
It’s what we are born to do. It’s what you were born to do.
See, see, see. See what’s there, in front of you. No. I can’t. I’m blind. I like it that way.
No, you’re not. Take off the dark glasses. No. I live by my own inner light.
Wait, wait, wait. Patience is rewarded! No. I inhabit the now.
We are creatures of our history and our future. I am the creation of my own time zone.
Buddha Sculpture, from Behind, Photographed at its site on the grounds of the museum Formerly Known as the Prince of Wales Museum, in Mumbai, India. This sculpture is just off the lower left of the image you see on the linked home page for the museum.
A year or so ago, our writing group was challenged to write a sonnet. I completely failed. Fourteen lines ofiambic pentameter(the rhythm of the heartbeat, the rhythm in which Shakespeare wrote his words) with a rhyme scheme abab cdcd efef gg. I could not get a single four lines in the required format. Then I had an idea a few weeks ago that my brain had reorganized itself and figured I could do it. It flowed. Unfortunately the second stanza did not make much sense. I let it sit and reworked it. Writing a sonnet is like working a crossword, our instructor informed us. Here is my first sonnet!
Ode to a Shark
To cloak desire, to hide your fire, to leave no trace, no trail, no hint of what went right; to walk as one who fears the grass will grieve if blocked a moment’s time from rays of light;
No life is this.
I cast a shadow dark to shelter others from the sun that blinds. The shark goes where it likes; it leaves its mark, and spares no tears for fish or human kinds.
True sharks seek blood. We judge their action not. It takes all kinds to make the world. Some day we homo saps might learn the truth of what God tried to show the prophets of his way.
An afterthought, the holy blessèd life; Embrace the pain you cause and skip the strife.
Note: This does not contradict the Bible, despite what some might think. Those are people who do not understand the difference between a mechanism (what I am describing here) and the cause, reason, or motivating force, which I can give no better answer to than anyone else. I am a deeply spiritual person, and it is aggravating when people accuse me of being an atheist. Consciousness preceded or coincided with matter. Like the bumper sticker says, “God Spoke, and Bang It Happened.”
