This blog contains responses to blog prompts, & thoughts on spiritual or religious themes |
‘Idal (Justice), 8 Masa’il (Questions) 175 B.E. - Wednesday, December 19, 2018 Yesterday, December 18, I went to my podiatrist's office. After the appointment was over, I had to wait for the paratransit bus to pick me up and bring me back home. While I was waiting I wrote "Transformation" in response to a prompt posted on "~ The Poet's Place Cafe~" . When I returned home, I copied the poem into "Snow Scribbles" and posted it under the discussion on perspective on "~ The Poet's Place Cafe~" . The poem was about how transformation changes a person's world views. I begin going through some hard copies of older poems that I am posting in "Devotional Poetry" and "Poem Experiments" . I discovered two poem I wrote in November of 2002, in response to a prompt from a Yahoo poetry group. Those two poems, "In The Small Moments" and "Fault Lines", covered the topics of transformation and changing world view. In The Small Moments It is in the small moments, in the silent moment, in the tranquil episodes between the hours of chaos that transformation occurs. Metamorphoses happens in the silence of the chrysalis, after close encounters of the mortal kind, after the altered reality of terror, after the sudden shock of realization, of discovering the difference between the way I am and the way I want to be. The soul speaks in silent moments, in the small intervals occurring between chaos and the void; after diurnal existence pushes the envelop to bursting. It is in the small moments, in the silence of meditation, when mind asks and soul answers that free will chooses. It is in the silent moments, in the nanoseconds between sleeping and waking, in the seconds between thought and action that we evolve. It is in the silent moments, that we learn the difference between life and death, between spiritual and material, between paradise and purgatory. I wrote both these poems in November of 2002. "Write of something done in a small moment," inspired "In The Small Moments". "Write about a fault line," inspired the poem "Fault Lines". Fault Lines Across nine hundred thousand miles of unexplored territory fault lines converge on a single point in the known universe. Quakes, scattered at first, increase in intensity and proximity, as they flow across the landscape. My world view collapses into a pile of rubble, the past is consumed in a conflagration of terror. Continental plates pull apart leaving behind a rift valley separating yesterday and tomorrow. I prowl the bottom of deep gorges looking for a path out of my rut. Continental plates push together forming mountain ranges between who I was and who I will be. |