Dreams

 Dreams

They are more real than the shaky images  

Crisscrossing Plato's cave where the prisoners

Know full well that they are watching movies from the

Future of entertainment

They will all be exiting soon to delight
In the world of looking up to the stars

Debating over the substance of the Milky Way

Whale sperm to sailors late at night

To spawn to drink to make passionate love

Til Dawn all the while drifting in and out of

Sleep where their dreams emerge to hug them

Lovers swept into Blake's naked rising swirl

Dreams of the Psyche reveal

Who we are and give us our possibilities 

Our inner eye leading us out of our caves

To our shared garden by the sea

The Tide pools  scurry with life

Soaking us as we wade into the primal urge

Dream again  drowning in dreams
Of Ecstasy

  

Jack 3/28/10

Eudaimonia

Eudaimonia

Who will free me from my inertia

Who show me the red road of wisdom

As I flounder toward the last days of

Pompous play of flaunting my laurels

Masking my existential angst

Drinking the wine of plenitude

Show me the way to the sea

Not the sea of ignorance I have fought

Against for scores

Rather the sea of

Water pure and simple a home

With windows open to the ocean air

Will I follow the aging master of ceremonies

Swimming daily in the deep

Creating communities

Magician dancer shaman conjurer

Or follow the creative songs of my 

Child philosopher protege prodigy

Into manhood 

Will I continue in the bosom of my school

My nourishment continue still  drifting

Wondering when to turn the driftwood into love

Love of Nature as a Pantheist

Love of the Goose and the Star

Take me Aristotle to the happiness when

The World and all that's in it

Is summed up in the number three

Fond farewell

Fond Farewell

Hand made bookcases hold us

Hold books that are our life

Philosophy art novels we cannot tell

From our own stories 

Books and paintings bright colored

Figures of imagination engravings by

Hogarth a dancing Pan by Maillol

A photo of Ru Paul a Fu dog a

Peach bowl from China

They are you and me in a

Shell we no longer want

We are snails ready to shed

To acquire not precious objects

Not ruby glasses from your beloved 

Aunt but rather ruby sunsets over the

Ocean air moonlight unimaginable

Here 


--Jack 3/6/10

March 2d

March 2d

What wondrous winter snowflakes
Float through the March air
Melancholy and mysticism
Make of my memory
Soft sad music
A piano playing a dissonant sonata

This snow will one day have
My ashes
Will take me to join
The keepers of my soul
Melted away as all
This loveliness will be

Tomorrow-- yet for now
The crystals of ice will soon dissolve
Into my warm vision of you

For Dar
3-2-10