Unfinished One

 

this unfinished project buried

in the back of a drawer

a tangle of strings and knots and beads

what was I thinking

 

I still don't know how to finish it

and really no interest in

figuring out the puzzle

the corner I painted myself into

 

I wonder why I keep it along

with other things that once held meaning

invested with a fleck of me

contingent juju

 

I could tame it down under a plate of glass

within a frame of elegant design

a few threads escaping

trailing out

 

Title it "Unfinished One" ....

 

 

it is what it is

 

 

 

 

 

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The vision is for Ongoingness; Life continuing on . . . .

 

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I am I and my circumstance;

and, if I do not save it, I do not save myself.                       —JOSÉ ORTEGA Y GASSET

Changing the Conversation

I was born. I am always a vessel for something other than myself. The self is only a

vehicle for Foreign matter which comes from elsewhere and is destined to go on

elsewhere without me, whether it's words, smells, vision                                                      ––EMANUELE COCCIA  Metamorphoses

The Story Teller

Now, more than ever . . . our place in the universe and the place of the universe in us, is proving to be one of active relationship. That is more than a scientist's credo. The separateness of our lives is a sham. Physics, mathematics, music, painting, my love for you, my work, the star-dust of my body, the spirit that impels it, my politics,  clocks diurnal, time perpetual, the roll, rough, tender, swamping, liberating, breathing, moving, thinking nature, human nature and the cosmos are patterned together.

      —JEANETTE WINTERSON                Gut Symmetries

What you do, what you become, is not my concern.                      ROBERT MCCALL

 

 

Yes, there is beauty

There is love

There is joy.

All you who suffer from

the world's miseries

Defend them.

                         ––EEVA KILPI

 

"Don't immanentize the eschaton."  

                     ––ERIC VOEGELIN

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