"The poet only asks to get his head into the heavens. It is the logician who seeks to get the heavens into his head. And it is his head that splits." G.K. Chesterton

Saturday, September 8, 2012

Zen Koan Therapy

A careless monk experienced a fall,
Thus dislocating his fragile soul.

Reflecting on the apparent pain,
He puzzled over the insight that came.

For there was nothing beneath at all,
upon which one may even fall.

Reason then led him to finally state:
"There is no soul to dislocate."




This poem has been published in the New Lotus magazine.

Wednesday, September 5, 2012

Olympian Spring Song


There is a place one ought to know,
Since reason’s envoy had told me so.

One may rest also firmly assured,
That no virtue’s boundaries here will be blurred.
For I would never dare to reveal,
That which is lacking heart’s precious seal.

The rays of Spring in sunrise borne,
Whilst mending clouds that have been torn,
Decided finally to bring the song,
One which Olympians have known for long.

The world Olympus which bears their name,
Witnesses wonders our minds can't tame,
Among their many abilities,
Olympians utter infinities!

This springtime favorite, Olympian rhyme,
Has been composed to last all time,
Hush little human! and lend an ear,
Is that spring's anthem that you can hear?



Music is currently being written for this piece,