Pretext are words | Towards Enlightment.

 

This is for my friend who loves dragonflies.

WordPress Poetry Contest | Wuji Seshat Nibada.

 

Why not?

Step out

Through

The veil

Which limits

Possibilities

New seeds must

Be sown to reap

New harvests

 

The song by Elton John has been one of my favorites for years.  Never really knew why.  I sang it as a boy and did not even know all the words.  Maybe I am beginning to, finally.  It was not until 2006 or so that I figured out that one line that said “Rocket man burning out his fuse up here alone.” I have no idea what words I used to sing during that part.  But I remember the haunting emotions it stirred in me as a boy.  How I would allow my soul to open as I sang along with the AM radio.  There were a few songs like this one that have always moved me, and still do.  I’ve not heard many of them on the radio though.  Not for a long time.

Maybe it has something to do with much of my childhood happening during the space race, the nuclear threat, and the social ferment that was going on all around me.   I did not understand it but I felt it.  I am sure there were issues in our family that contributed to my emotional connection to the song as well.  I know Elton may have had his own reasons for singing the song I still wonder why a 9-10 year old boy would.

I don’t have anything really profound to say about this.  I am just observing.  Observing, I think in a different way and from a new perspective, for me anyway.  It is difficult to put my finger on and say definitively this or that.  But what I have observed is that there is a hall of mirrors.  That in itself is huge for me.  For all the “education” I have, I wonder if much of it only added new wings, new distractions to the hall,  I learned philosophy and theology and many flavors of depth psychology.  Tons of “ologies”.  Really “ology” just means “the study of”.  Not that big a deal.  Sounds cool though.  Unless you have read through all those books and get to the end and figure out they only knew a little bit, just like most people.  I knew about many things and it was good information.  But to know about a thing and to know the thing itself are very different.

So here I am almost fifty-two and just now beginning to begin.  But its OK that I may be just starting.  I am just glad to finally get going.  It is difficult sometimes to poke our heads out and look around for the first time.  It is confusing and painful to see the many familiar reflections and begin to sort through what it all means.  But it can be really cool too,  And you don’t have to learn a bunch of new words that belong to other people.  Bruce Lee was cool in “Enter the Dragon.”  He finally started breaking the mirrors so he could see his enemy.  I think that when I get around to doing that I will find me looking back.  That is what all the books seem to say in one form or another.  Guess now it is just time to do it rather than sit around and be profound about the idea of it.  No matter how cool that can be.  Be Groovy!

 

Bi-polar Selves that knew not each other are now less rigid

They are no longer strangers to me.

Their symbolic formulations are shells of their first appearances

They no longer startle me for I know them as my own creations

They have lost their previous power to motivate with either hope or anxiety

Their energies seem to have, or are in the process of migrating

Transforming, emerging again in a new formulation yet to be perceived

It is the last of the last of the Christmas candy

I don’t like yellow Starbursts

Nor the orange or the green

Unless it’s apple

Why are they made

I like the Reds and the pinks and the purples

I know, sometimes they mix it up

They make a tropical blend

But there is always one flavor that is the last to be eaten even in the tropics

It is the same with Skittles

But they are small and can be mixed

Yet as hard as they may try, the last ones in the bag are yellow and orange and green, unless they are apple of course

I have felt like the yellow Starburst

The last of the last chosen, waiting

Sitting at the bottom of the bag

Wishing that the universe wanted lemon more than anything else

But there must be a reason for lemon Starburst

Some deep cosmic pattern that I have yet to comprehend

Some fractal, some design that I have no perspective to understand

But I wait and I hope that just maybe the best was saved for the last of the last

And that after it is all said and done

The first shall be last

And the last shall be first