"Almost everyone is a stranger until you zoom in or pan out."
“At the diner, maybe we wouldn’t make eye contact, and would
leave with no idea we’re both from Enola, Pennsylvania:
alone spelled backwards.”
We all share the same mind.
Can't wait to listen to this podcast. I can relate. Such beautiful poetry. And I went to Vanderbilt, too, a long time ago!
Sweet!
To the INFINITE, the FINITE & OUR FOOLISHNESS
.
Life’s irony’s the view we benefit
from physical, material delight
as though naught counts but what’s felt or in sight
while ignored our souls are desperate
for what should count the most—the infinite;
yet we’ll go on till it’s too late, despite
much instinct in us of what’s truly right
that life’s content is so inadequate.
Regardless, to that same life we cling tight
since the physical solely seems definite
thus for material matters we fight
—like the blind-mind addict’s barbiturate—
while Great Hereafter’s placed post-the-finite
so skewed are values foremost we’ll permit.
[P.S. And, no, I don’t plan on quitting my day job to become a master poet.]
“At the diner, maybe we wouldn’t make eye contact, and would
leave with no idea we’re both from Enola, Pennsylvania:
alone spelled backwards.”
We all share the same mind.
Can't wait to listen to this podcast. I can relate. Such beautiful poetry. And I went to Vanderbilt, too, a long time ago!
Sweet!
To the INFINITE, the FINITE & OUR FOOLISHNESS
.
Life’s irony’s the view we benefit
from physical, material delight
as though naught counts but what’s felt or in sight
while ignored our souls are desperate
for what should count the most—the infinite;
yet we’ll go on till it’s too late, despite
much instinct in us of what’s truly right
that life’s content is so inadequate.
.
Regardless, to that same life we cling tight
since the physical solely seems definite
thus for material matters we fight
—like the blind-mind addict’s barbiturate—
while Great Hereafter’s placed post-the-finite
so skewed are values foremost we’ll permit.
.
.
[P.S. And, no, I don’t plan on quitting my day job to become a master poet.]