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Showing posts with label Discord. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Discord. Show all posts

Tuesday, August 4, 2020

Doom



Brambles and a nest of thorns

I listen to the wind

To lullabies in discord  

Broken scales and promises

Minor keys, a child’s song

Of love unrequited

And nettles, tickling my heart

The god in my belly, laughing

Hungry and restless with thirst  

Tuesday, October 29, 2019

Stage Fright


A brilliance of light, hot piercing needles, bright—he stands beneath them
Light and heat, the weight of it burns him, sets his Id on fire

Illusions burst, worms of confusion slither and hollow his belly
Amplified voice barely audible, echoes resounding

A pounding inside his head, bells peeling alarm, tinging with dismay
The shaking begins, the axe, a tangle of strings and chords

Plucked into order, the audience in agape, settle in their seats
Wait for the music, Dionysius, fraught expectations

He dreams of the tortoise, the desire of seclusion, seeking an escape
To be, and not to be, the enigma trapped between poles

Torn apart by fear, the strains of desire, discord as the pressure mounts
Flee for the dark of an anonymous pool, cool serenity

Saturday, December 9, 2017

Contra Dissonanta

There is one reality, its nature is singular.


We are one creation, the living universe.

The uni-verse is.

It is, we are, one word, one story, one saga, one song, one epic poem; all of time and space is one.

It is a story filled with tragedies, but it has a comic end.


We are a singularity.


The rhythm of the universe encompasses all things, all beings.

Its music fills every space.

There is no place where it cannot be heard, felt, calling us to the event horizon, to awareness and transcendence.


The collected voice of humanity, the choir Earth, our movement, is merely a tiny part in the great work that is the opera of creation.


Planet Earth bright and blue, soaring through the Milky Way, is but a dust-mote in the eye of the infinite.

We are small players in the cosmic symphony, and yet, and yet, it would not be the same without us.
           

If we do not understand who we are, do not understand what role we play, our part in the greater whole, when we raise our voices in song, the music we contribute will be dissonant, arrhythmic, it will be fatal; like a heart attack.

If our perspective is askew, if we cannot hear the true note, if we are self-absorbed and tone deaf, we will not hear the celestial music playing in our heart, we will not raise the harmonious cord.

We will not be able to live in peace, with ourselves or with any other.


Small as we are, our voices have power, we speak with the power of creation. Each and every moment of our lives contributes to the reality of the whole, imbued with the power to re-shape it.


There is no conflict between good and evil, not from the perspective of the good, the infinite and the eternal. There is only movement, from ignorance to understanding, from sorrow to joy, from alienation to acceptance, from fear to faith.


Dissonance, discord and dysrhythmia, these will always be with us. They are in the human heart, written there, in scripts that are both small and large.


How do we stand against it?

How do we resist? The answer is this…we do not.


We do not crush dissonance, we resolve it.

We cannot drown-out a noisome discord by generating a greater noise, like armies clashing on the battlefield.

That is cacophonic.

We must score another movement all around it, incorporating its rhythm into the greater whole.


We are called to forgive and move on.

As the Rabbi said:

Do not resist the evil doer
Pray for those who persecute you
Turn the other cheek
Walk the extra mile

Walk in the way of the wise, beating the drum, and strumming the harp, dancing as you go.


Contra Dissonata.