Eighty-Two Lives by a Waterfall

 A philosophical number poem about the simultaneous experience of time and eternity:

 

Eighty-two lives by a waterfall,

In tune with time and the music of its flow.

Grace holds its tongue as one goes through its song,

Here for aye, though no one’s here for long,

Time falling, falling to the rocks below,

Yet fluttering in place like a wind-blown shawl.

 

To be for just one breath is to be all.

Words are ripples of what one might know.

One flows beneath what one gets right or wrong.

 

© by Nicholas Gordon

 

Audio and Video Music: Wandering Soul. By Asher Fulero. Music free to use at YouTube.

 

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Sing of Life That, Though It Has an End

 A philosophical number poem about the experience of eternity within time:

Sing of life that, though it has an end,

Embodies what does not and will be ever,

Viewpoint on eternity that lends

Existence the illusion of forever.

Nor should one fail to recognize this gift

That one shares ultimately with quince and slime:

Years down which one’s little boat may drift,

Taking one through landscapes beyond time.

How beautiful to live and simply be,

Removed from time by love and reverence.

Each moment is a brief eternity;

Each eon also, though not quite so dense.

© by Nicholas Gordon

Audio and Video Music: Chords of Harmony. By Aakash Gandhi. Music free to use at YouTube.

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Every Moment Is a Resurrection

April 4, 2021

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Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week is Easter, which is this year is celebrated on April 4.

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A philosophical Easter poem about each new moment as a rebirth:

Every moment is a resurrection
As is arises from the tomb of was,
Steps out into the miracle of light,
Turns every buried did to blissful does,
Endures just long enough to preach salvation,
Reborn again, again from shapeless night.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Easter.
March 29: The Easter Bunny Loves to Hop
March 30: Easter Comes at Springtime
March 31: Easter Chicks and Ducks and Bunnies
April 1: Easters Come and Go; The Thought Remains
April 2: Every Bunny Loves the Spring
April 3: Every Year Each Hemisphere’s Reborn
April 4: Every Moment Is a Resurrection

Self Becomes Less Self the More Self-Served

March 19, 2021

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Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week is St. Patrick’s Day, which is celebrated on March 17.

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A philosophical St. Patrick’s Day poem about the self as part of a greater whole:

Self becomes less self the more self-served,
As who one is arrives from parts unknown.
Identity is never one's alone,
Nor can one learn unchanged a single word.
Thus the self by nature is a part,
Present in the body of the whole.
A healthy arm or leg is not a goal
That one pursues regardless of the heart.
Remember, then, that one is more or less
In common with the boundaries one draws,
Choosing or not the love that sings and soars,
Knowing or not what brings one happiness.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: St. Patrick’s Day.
March 15: Going Home to a Place You’ve Never Been
March 16: So I’m the Patron Saint of Ireland
March 17: So Let It Go, That Mythic Ireland
March 18: So Let Them Be, Who Have Had Sex with Children
March 19: Self Becomes Less Self the More Self-Served

Change Comes Slowly, like a Dawn

March 14, 2021

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Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week is philosophy.

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A philosophical poem about the difficulty of social change:

Change comes slowly, like a dawn.
Hours seem like generations.
As night gives way, we too soon mourn,
Not equal to our aspirations.
Good takes wisdom, wit, and will,
Enduring through a life of ill.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Philosophy.
March 8: A Life in Six Movements
March 9: Life Can Be Quite Ravenous
March 10: The Sun Was Salmon on Water
March 11: For Every Disappointment There’s a Dream
March 12: Shadows Aren’t Visible at Night
March 13: Ultimately, Everyone Is Single
March 14: Change Comes Slowly, like a Dawn

Ultimately, Everyone Is Single

March 13, 2021

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Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week is philosophy.

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A philosophical poem to an uncle about the interplay between society and self:

Ultimately, everyone is single,
Nor does one live or die except alone.
Children, nieces, nephews, lovers, friends
Lie just beyond the dream that never ends,
Even as one's love and longing mingle,
Sweet harmony where nothing is one's own.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Philosophy.
March 8: A Life in Six Movements
March 9: Life Can Be Quite Ravenous
March 10: The Sun Was Salmon on Water
March 11: For Every Disappointment There’s a Dream
March 12: Shadows Aren’t Visible at Night
March 13: Ultimately, Everyone Is Single

Shadows Aren't Visible at Night

March 12, 2021

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Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week is philosophy.

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A philosophical poem about the negative existence of shadows:

Shadows aren't visible at night,
Empty forms negatively made.
Ironically, to be they must have light.

They are pure absence, if we read aright,
Nothingness made visible as shade.
Shadows aren't visible at night.

Their temporary presence here is slight --
A cloud floats by, and they abruptly fade.
Ironically, to be they must have light.

They diminish and then lengthen as the bright
Sun rises and then sets, to slumber laid.
Shadows aren't visible at night.

Sometimes they are vivid black-on-white,
Our avatars on stuccoed walls displayed.
Ironically, to be they must have light.

Eternal Being, to which all else is trite,
What life have they, upon your shores arrayed?
Shadows aren't visible at night.
Ironically, to be they must have light.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Philosophy.
March 8: A Life in Six Movements
March 9: Life Can Be Quite Ravenous
March 10: The Sun Was Salmon on Water
March 11: For Every Disappointment There’s a Dream
March 12: Shadows Aren’t Visible at Night

For Every Disappointment There's a Dream

March 11, 2021

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Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week is philosophy.

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A philosophical number poem about the flow of time through the landscape of eternity:

For every disappointment there's a dream.
Old, dried-up hopes are soluble in laughter.
Re-vision can restore serenity.
Time flows in a continual surprise:
Yesterday another brief illusion closed its eyes.

One lives in the landscape of eternity,
Not knowing a time before time or after,
Each memory a loss love can redeem.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Philosophy.
March 8: A Life in Six Movements
March 9: Life Can Be Quite Ravenous
March 10: The Sun Was Salmon on Water
March 11: For Every Disappointment There’s a Dream

Life Can Be Quite Ravenous

March 9, 2021

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Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. The theme for this week is philosophy.

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A philosophical poem about the need to slow down:

Life can be quite ravenous,
Eating one alive.
At times one needs to slow it down,
Striving not to strive.

Space does not come easily.
One must make space for space,
Leaving room for simply room
And place that's simply place.

The self can be a mirror into
Infinite regress.
Look away, just look away
Into emptiness.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Philosophy.
March 8: A Life in Six Movements
March 9: Life Can Be Quite Ravenous