Of my sense of beauty
When I see an alien eye
Rendering a familiar form
I am transported
To other worlds
To other dreams
To other insights
I learn my bounds
Then extend them
Beyond what I’d known
Or even dreamed possible
I am transported
To other worlds
To other dreams
To other insights
I learn my bounds
Then extend them
Beyond what I’d known
Or even dreamed possible
It’s not always easy
Not like a centreline
On the highway
On which I drive through life
Keep to the right
Keep to the right
Keep to the right
Except to pass
Some with regret
And, some, disdain
Though most with neither
This nor that
I think not
Of the world I’m in
The present
Not this very day
But all the worlds
I’ve yet to see
Which will also
Fall behind
My spirit
My soul
The eye
Of my
Being
Scrawled there
In pigment
And love
Arcs and lines
A language of hope
And possibility
The same is true
When exploring
Philosophy, science
And relationships
The subject
Of any investigation
Is not always as interesting
As the context of its conditions
The light
It hurt too much
I saw too much
I felt too much
Darkness was cool
Darkness was painless
Darkness was sightless
Darkness was easy
Then I turn forward
Take the next step
With a clearer vision
Of the trials and adventures
The path ahead promises
I close my eyes
Breathe, consciously
And bring up an image
Of tranquility
A memory
A fantasy
A painting
A scene
Hold that in my mind
Breathing in
Breathing out
Evil is, so often
A quality of the namer
Rather than the named