Mirror
What makes me wonder? The ceaseless clash or catch of man’s world of crash or clutch; The way excitable neurons search for a mirror to copy or destroy; The way resilience of conceit and narcissism make a mockery of age; The way rank relativism reclines in the womb of greed posing as a sage. Ha! […]
Dunces
What makes me wonder? How, in daring to define life as triumphal, we bounce to the dreamy dance of dunces: Is it being praised for excelling in certain things? Is it scaling the peaks of the immaterial and the material? Or, is it persistence in the dance of the conscious coherences? The coherence inside […]
Future
What makes me wonder? How the present is a prisoner of the past: How it’s dicey to forge a future fraught with fog because what will happen will happen – or not! How the future is a fleeting flare of fire whose light is the burst of dust from the clash of distant gods. The […]
Sin
What makes wonder? The way the testosterone-tamed vapours of the past come to congeal into the frigid fears of the present. How bitter-sweet crystals of doubt torture the future. How Confusion stands dazed in a desert of thought. not as culprit but as a witness to wages of sweet sin. The HiStory inside sweet sin: […]
Ego
What makes me wonder? How the illicit affair between illusion and delusion leads to a pregnant ego whose firstborn is absurdity. How, in the face of obstinate and blind arrogance, indignity tumbles out of the brain’s placenta not as a stillborn, but as a mutilated mutation of humility. The delusion inside ego: That’s what makes […]
Raindrop
What makes me wonder? The beauty in the protestations of the raindrop: its thinning as it clings to the armpit of the chestnut leaf before its eventually yields to gravity’s pull, and joyfully splomps into a marriage with the pool. Oh, the soft footsteps of memory in the widening ripples! The joy inside beauty: That’s […]
Kora
What makes me wonder? It is the beauty of the soul leaking out kora notes: the strumming of strings to summon ancient sounds; the jostling of instruments, taking turns to flaunt joy; the ringing beauty of strings teaching silence to listen; The taming of distressed, tremors of the mind’s heart. The beauty inside joy: […]
What makes me wonder, you ask?
Okay, now listen; I will tell you: It is the beauty of the soul leaking out kora notes: the strumming of strings to summon ancient sounds; the jostling of instruments, taking turns to flaunt joy; the ringing beauty of strings teaching silence to listen; The taming of distressed, tremors of the mind’s heart. […]
Soar into lofty loneliness
When faced with vacuous, swollen hubris, an ancient drummer comes drumming drumbeats of cowardice; urging dignity to squawk and cower in a corner like a trembling mess, look him in the eye in stilly, stony silence and prod your pride to soar high into lofty loneliness When a small, miserable masquerade comes wearing a […]
Now I know where I am going. Seriously!
With my arrow of consciousness, I will penetrate the mysterious membranes of multiple multiverses. Mathematics will be on my side: as I multiply by subtraction, I will send pulses of memory everywhere, where, together with stardust, I will blink in irregular bursts of creation, dancing forever to the music of the cosmos.
