I lived my life
So very small
Now left to wonder
Shall I shuffle off
Before I ever roared
As so many others
Come and gone
Faintest whispers
On the wind
Tag: purpose
Light ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #267
Once the light entered the bowl
Something magical happened
Something I’ll probably
Never fully understand
The light coalesced
Hardened
Formed swirling tendrils
Of incandescence
Well
I understood one thing
Light was alive
No
Not alive
Conscious
And what I was witnessing
Was the comingling
Of unmanifested being
One each to a tendril
Swimming as if a school of fish
In a golden bowl
Struck just the right way
By the sun
And then it was gone
Light
Was merely light
Again
But some trick of the cosmic tail
Had let me in on the secret
Because in an instant
I’d known
Light
Is love
And love
Is light
When we are unmanifested
In this purest spirit form
We know this as surely as
The necessity of a breath
We know it in a way
A brain cannot grok
But our manifest purpose
The meaning of our existence
Is to remember
And for a moment
Looking into a sunlit bowl
I remembered
A glimpse of the unknowable
Out of the corner of my eye
A memory I struggle to keep
Every day
Function Tags Along
Form follows function
The prophet, Sullivan, preached
Writing the gospel of
Purpose Informs Art
On landscapes and city streets
Ah, sighs Calatrava
And erects his Mona Lisa smile
Its contrarian pulse
The blood flowing through Valencia’s veins
As form takes flight
With function on its wing
I revel in dreamy whimsy
With purpose in the wake
The Apocalypse of Being
Suddenly
The spaces we shared
Were emptied
And all that made us human
All that made us… us
Was gone
The spaces we shared
Were emptied
And all that made us human
All that made us… us
Was gone
Slowly
We learned new ways
To have meaning
Purpose
New ways to love
And be loved
In return
Something to Watch Over Us
I am grateful to have learned
Beyond any shadow of a doubt
That something greater than I or any one
Watches over us
Beyond any shadow of a doubt
That something greater than I or any one
Watches over us
That there is a purpose to my being
To my existence
Here in this time and place
That I get more than one shot
At finding that purpose
And bringing it to life
Untaken ~ Pic and a Word Challenge #223
For the artist
Every photograph untaken
Every brush stroke unpainted
Every stanza unwritten
Every story untold
A small darkness left unilluminated
Beacons ~ Pic and a Word #198
We stumble over the blackened terrain
The dim beacon of possibility our guide
A brilliant luminescence promised
Just a few steps beyond our vision
The dim beacon of possibility our guide
A brilliant luminescence promised
Just a few steps beyond our vision
These are the affirmations
With which we keep hope alive
And find in ourselves
The tenacity to persevere
This is how we establish
Purpose and meaning
Our reason for being
No matter the undertaking
These beacons
Were not set by fate
Nor any divine intervention
But by our own dreams
A life without dreams
Is a life of darkness
A blackened terrain
Unmarked by beacons
Dreams create hope
Hope creates purpose
Purpose creates meaning
Meaning lights the beacons
The Mere Fact of Existence
Feeling the arc of Earth
Below me
Atmosphere
Thick with sky
Below me
Atmosphere
Thick with sky
Crossing terrain and distance
The minutes pass as days once did
For greater men than me
When only Prometheus
Had tested the sky
The land rolls by
All the while stoking awe
Not just for historical men
Bound to Earth
Also for this small speck of stone
This mote of blue
With its invisible billions
In an incomprehensible emptiness
Then, awe too for this small speck of flesh
His hubris of no small magnitude
Believing he matters at all
For the mere fact of knowing his existence
His feeble attempt for eternity
Words released into the twin fantasies
Of consciousness and silicone
Questions for the Crescent Moon
Comfortable in this infinity
Of space and time
Of love and light and meaning
Of space and time
Of love and light and meaning
No small finite creature I
Of sight and hands
Of heart and mind and spirit
If it comes down to the question
Is my living owed a purpose
I answer, oh so surely
I live to live
To love and give
My existence is, quite simply, these
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