This was written as a celebration of moments of inspiration.

to dance a song of cliché

amidst the grand, elaborate ball
in the courtyard of aspiration,
movement is advancement
change is up and out

distinguished by awakening and
a release from bonds of limitation
freedom from a trapped imagination
freedom from a negative fixation

it captures a dream and renders it asunder
it is a taught coil, sprung to attention
luring questions with ravenous passion

i face an inspiration and i ask,
can it soothe emancipation
can it prove to grow and bloom
during winters of deprivation?

myriad lights sparkle my vision,
flashing moments of beauty
spanning uncountable ages
as tiny flickers radiating
within the marrow of my soul

i dream a dream where i am
knitting the seam to a fabric
carded and spun in an ancient tradition
by unknown hands
intricately woven with delicate precision

i submit to a stream of images
fluid in orientation
jarring into brilliant focus,
i have grown to know inspiration.

taking the form of possibilities
images from unknowable futures
flowing as a release
from an illumination
where its source knows no description

—
Temet Nosce

This piece was written when contemplating how certainty in life grows from hindsight. It is an attempt to capture a moment of appreciation for the value of introspection.

preludes

by searching one’s past
to find a common denominator,
one inevitably arrives at mud
which must be sifted
through a fine screen

after many tries
one can always find something.
tiny glittering bits of sand
can sparkle amusement.
bright nuggets can illuminate joy
while large, glistening diamonds
can spur on tears
echoing sorrow
for a long forgotten whole
now undone

during life’s journey
one learns either to burn
or to reverently flare.

one learns to believe
deceit can be made sweet
or the pain of rain
reveals authentically arranged
patterns of stains
demarcating changing gains

by searching one’s past
with clarity as a master,
one can find such a task
may bring treasures to mind
the likes of which
pirates will forever dream
and never find

—
Temet Nosce