Where the Rivers Converge

 

Meet me where the rivers converge,
where the elemental

upsurge

of thought and reflection
begin to inspire

the formation

of territories newly populated
by the wisdom of

hands that prayed

themselves into warm bundles
of anxious grins that called upon the old

incantations

of lost serpents, mighty but humble
and for the most part without guile

voiceless…..

but keenly aware of the changes in direction
and flow, and contemporary with outgrowths of

new being

not yet reduced by the apparitions we have yet to fight.

Generally speaking…

Generally speaking,
The reasons are self-evident,
And multiplied with each passing day.

And days become the subjects of
Dreams parceled out to eternal possibility.
And we go back to see the stuff of them,

And are startled.
But persistence gnaws at the
Gown of the witness who

Braves the fearsome phantasm
Of uncertainty and merges into it,
As the droplet into the depths of a luminous pond.

Tomorrow we will become
As baby eagles verging
On the precipice of hopes.

We will launch into multitudinous corridors
And emerge with shifting traces of glory
And affection on our wings.

Lest we become disoriented,
The illumination of translucent hearts will
Guide us through reasons hitherto unseen

But lived out through purpose,
Reified through reflection,
Embraced by trembling arms that do not seek to know,

But to feel, presently.

As the Seedling Goes…

As the seedling goes,
So goes the wellspring of
Bounteous hopes;
Once a scant thought encapsulated
By the shell of uninterrupted possibilities,
A stalk solidifies and sheds its skin,
And images awaken from repose.
Tomorrow a garden bears her sundry fruits,
Hearkening to a season that flows through the lips
And to the center of every expectant heart.

Rachmaninov Prelude in G Op 32 no 5

The Rach preludes stand as one of the enduring towers of classical piano repertoire, and they hold a solemn place in my heart. The G major is very touching. The gentle undulations in the left hand ebb and flow with the constancy of waves at sea, setting the mood for pensive reflection of all the serenity that engulfs me while alone in my boat. Hearkens to the etude-tableaux in a minor “sea and seagulls”.