As thy heart walks among the sea of sorrows Underneath I find currents of silence to follow Cast of red, turquoise, and ivory rest among the olden groundThou once believed creation had naught to awe beyond thy Crown The thread of life balanced on breath and deathWith no alternative left, there the ends are metContinue reading “Songs of Reflection: Delight and Terror”
Werner Herzog and the Pyramid of Life “Yes, the pyramids have been built, but if you give me 300,000 disciplined men and give me 30 years, I could build a bigger one.” -Werner Herzog We are a race of dreamers. Fantasies, nightmares, visions, and ambitions. Noble goals of dissimilar fashions developed within our heartsContinue reading “The Faithful Dreamer”
Considering that we all today live on the same world as many generations before us. What words of wisdom, what knowledge does both the past and present have for us to heed by? What wisdom can we pass on from our own experiences?
A Poem by Rumi: A Persian Poet, Theologian, and Scholar (1207-1273 A.D.) This being human is a guest house. Every morning a new arrival. A joy, a depression, a meanness,some momentary awareness comesas an unexpected visitor. Welcome and entertain them all!Even if they’re a crowd of sorrows,who violently sweep your houseempty of its furniture, still,treat eachContinue reading “The Guest House”
Written in 1923 by a Lebanese-American writer, Kahlil GIbran. A fictional, poetic story of a prophet named Al Mustafa who taught people of a city for 12 years on life and the human condition.
This is my first essay that I thought would be worth writing about. This is purely written out of thought with no real academic credibility on the topic, just ruminations of my perspective on the essence of bitterness.
A poem with a historical background. Inspired by the painting as featured, of a Macedonian soldier of the Argyraspides Division (Silver Shields) of Alexander the Great’s Army.
Shades of shadow Rest upon the walking Hollow Seeking Purpose and Redemption In a realm of Fear and Sorrow The Hollow knows naught why it dost follow The shadow of Depravity The contour of Apathy Seeks thee to swallow For the Hollow shall not fathom the Light outside the Dark Continue reading “Songs of Reflection: Shades of Shadow”