- D. Ellsworth
Philosophic Ponderings
Today I am feeling a bit less snarky. I apologize if you wanted snark. Maybe next time. Now I will let poetry speak my part. My poems for today.
Concerning Observation
Life's a shattered fun house mirror
Reflecting azure and gold
The golden haze of halcyon days
The blues which slow unfold.
But the reflections are only partial
For that's all a shard can do
And the image is distorted
So we can't tell real from true.
For real is actual fact
While true is what we believe
And we only see the things
Our imagination can conceive.
It's the human condition
Though we parse, sort, classify
In the end it is all confounded
By biased, cataract eye.
Spin Your Life
If we look into the corners
and the crevices of our mind
the pattern and color
of our mandala we will find.
It is contained within
the synapses of our brain
and it spins within our cranium
while life force does remain.
Fate is but the thoughts
that you allow to reside—
each person writes his destiny
in ideas he lets abide.
If you wish to be a victim,
then it surely will be so,
and you will be defeated
by the dragon teeth you sow.
But if you face the world confident
with a steady stride
then although you not be famous
your contribution will abide.