i am narcissus and goldmund at once. roving dionysus and monk aloof. the antagonism between these vertical and horizontal orientations can cause me great struggle, but where they are reconciled at the cruciform meeting-point of the inmost heart, i am a realigned as a bardic holder of ancient awe. i come in memory of paradise, for the sake of history's undoing. i come from beyond the stage of the world, but am here to dance upon it. my home is the twilight, that flickering edge between luminosity and shadow, which opens like a vesica piscus into the hidden 3rd domain... everything goes back to that place; it is the wellspring of true art. sneak out from the city with me this eve, and let's go take a dip in its waters. the surface trembles like a wind-swept sail, to reflect the glow of sky outstretched above. it's a living storybook of stars, purring with the ripples sent out from our gently gliding limbs.
APPEARING SOON: a website offering my poetry e-books, and eventually music. until then, i will post a few poems in the blog section of this profile... inklings from the trove of songs i've gathered in wanderings unseen.
"Those who dream of the banquet, wake to lamentation and sorrow. Those who dream of lamentation and sorrow wake to join the hunt. While they dream, they do not know that they are dreaming. Some will even interpret the very dream they are dreaming; and only when they awake do they know it was a dream. By and by comes the great awakening, and then we find out that this life is really a great dream. Fools think they are awake now, and flatter themselves they know -- this one is a prince, and that one is a shepherd. What narrowness of mind! Confucius and you are both dreams; and I who say you are dreams -- I am but a dream myself. This is a paradox. Tomorrow a Sage may arise to explain it; but that tomorrow will not be until ten thousand generations have gone by. Yet you may meet him around the corner."
-- Chuang Tzu
