The Symphony of Being

There is so much mystery in life and the combination of poetry and art employed in The Symphony of Being describes some of it. I often feel like I am living in a wilderness, trying to describe what it is like in all its beauty and turmoil. Here are some excerpts:

Nocturnal Symphony
Number One

There is turmoil here
Sadness
Leading to hours visiting
with creativity
The man inside
Trying to grasp hold of
happiness
It laughs and slips away
Into the sea of who I
could be
Nocturnal symphony in D
What defines a man
is mystery
My best work rises out
of feeling I’d rather not be
Without our feelings what
would we be?

In Another Life

Let me be a happy mole
Tunneling my way underground

Let me sprout yellow flowers in spring
A dandelion about to seed

A blade of grass, a bee, a flower
So contented, calling to the bees

A pear tree with little white flowers
A big bear hibernating, just waking up

Oh let me be a crow, a lion, a
Little finch, robin, a gull

Let me swim the sea, a seal
A crab, salmon, seahorse, an eel

So when I’m done I’ve lived
Oh truly lived

To share with God the many
Forms of me

The Sentient Mind

Lymph nodes and nerve cells
Nourished by tiny capillaries
The work of a healthy body

To prevent blockages and deaths
Mini strokes
Working surreptitiously

To quell their deep blue sentience
Sweet memories vanquished
The mortal touch of human weakness

Slowly robbing
Its central command
Focus closing down
The steep red steps

The frailty of being
Human witness
Images
It hurts to watch
 

Please enjoy this book of poetry and art.