From time to time a poem
The Simple Things
by Edgar A. Guest
I would not be too wise--so very wise
That I must sneer at simple songs and creeds,
And let the glare of wisdom blind my eyes
To humble people and their humble needs.
I would not care to climb so high that I
Could never hear the children at their play,
Could only see the people passing by,
And never hear the cheering words they say.
I would not know too much--too much to smile
At trivial errors of the heart and hand,
Nor be too proud to play the friend the while,
Nor cease to help and know and understand.
I would not care to sit upon a throne,
Or build my house upon a mountain-top,
Where I must dwell in glory all alone
And never friend come in or poor man stop.
God grant that I may live upon this earth
And face the tasks which every morning brings
And never lose the glory and the worth
Of humble service and the simple things.
People promote reasoning à la carte; for rationality is not the start.
From the non-rational we have feeling; emotions are facts, and they're revealing,
these we rationalise and justify; our feelings with reasoning do ally.
The want to rationalise is desire; they both, the non-and-rational, require,
one another, they arise mutually; they're distinct, two sides of the same coin, see?
Rationalising what's not rational; is the best way to be irrational.
Why do you want to drink?, because it's fun; that's feeling, we also get to know one,
another, this is a reason we use. The quickest way the rational will lose,
is when it grapples the non-rational; why some feeling?, this ideational,
decoding of our experience can't; with rational comprehension supplant,
our qualitative existence, in this; rational thinking falls in an abyss.
It's like taking and breaking a squiggle; with a net of squares, thus on this wiggle,
order is imposed onto chaos and; likewise the rational, though thinking grand, thinks it answers itself, but a model; always subtracts from the world we noddle
Kingfisher. All you can do is
Be there where he is like to appear, and
Often nothing much happens;
There is space, silence and
No visible signs, only the
Knowledge that he’s been there
And may come again.
Seeing or not seeing cease to matter,
You have been prepared
But when you’ve almost stopped
Expecting it, a flash of brightness
Ann Lewin - Waiting for the Kingfisher, Disclosure
A warm embrace, a familiar path,
Pain, its hot and bright
Striking bursts of light
Darkness seeps out
It engulfs the moment
Shields your eyes
Colours the world.
And your heart stops.
A clock run down
A stalled train
A puff of smoke
Chasing that dragon into the emptiness that is your mind, your heart, your soul
Just a little pain
Then no more...
The mind can calculate, but the spirit yearns, and the heart knows what the heart knows.