"...the mind's muddy river, this ceaseless flow of trivia and trash, cannot be dammed, and that trying to dam it is a waste of effort that might lead to madness." - Anne Dillard, Pilgrim at Tinker Creek
drifting on the current
lost in wordless wonder
her every waking dream
mirrored in the sky
set upon her brow
are longings of desire
whirling to a melody
only she can hear
eternity is spoken
gently in a whisper
entreating all her soul
to always think of him
she floats upon the breeze
in silent affirmation
knowing in her heart
that all her dreams came true
by jdgumby artwork Abstract from Photobucket originally uploaded here
the mind wanders absently distracted
my hand meanders, its lines abstracted
depicting drifting thoughts and schemes
it recorded all my useless dreams
an eye to never see what’s there
blinded to my own despair
the wall of pain that held me fast
by a hidden, hard, and hurtful past
the knots of fate fell into line
my life of course they did entwine
the rocks of hope forever fall
among the art I tried to scrawl
a doodle done upon the page
symbolizing all my rage
it’s what I do to let it out
to rid myself of all my doubt
mindful of this great distraction
I leave it here in lined abstraction
an illustration of unformed thought
as all my efforts led to naught
by dlfreund photo Limestone Carvings from Photobucket originally uploaded here
Harmony
A bountiful carpet
lay out before me
verdant and gleaming
in the bright morning sun.
I came here to travel
this path known as life
to see where it leads me
I soon lose my way.
Beginning in hope
I wander in vain
seeking to find
my way through the fear.
On the crest of a hill
is a view of forever
but in the valley below
a sight fills my eyes.
Stones were gathered
in silent assignation
serenely awaiting
the passage of time.
Approaching with caution
and some trepidation;
an unwelcome guest
to the world that was theirs.
This choir of ages
observes every moment
oblivious to nothing
including my soul.
Sensing discomfort
a song fills the air
soothing the tremors
and filling the void.
Coming from stone
a sweet hymn of healing
brings harmony to
my discordant mind.
I continue my journey
to places unknown.
free from the burden
of my own expectations.
I no longer fear
of what lay before me
for each step I take
is in tune with my heart.
Diving Up
was originally uploaded by blaueaffe for Photobucket
Fragmented Dreams
on a palette of dreams
where colors converge
a mosaic of thought
begins to emerge
it shines in the eyes
and shows in the face
the soul of an artist
in the muses’ embrace
a mosaic of beauty
from a dream of the mind
forms a picture of love
one of a kind
Artwork Ophelia Adeu from Photobucket originally uploaded by like_wow_24 hereIs it our lot in life to accept fate?
Or do we rise up against it, knowing that we have been given the gift of free will, and as such, we have the right to make our own decisions thereby controlling our own destiny?
For some reason, when I think of these things, the character of Ophelia comes to mind. I am not sure why. My guess is that, as strong as I would like to believe I am in character, there is a small part of me that remains afraid and unsure. Sometimes I panic, thinking I have lost control, and it takes all that I have to gain it back.
Poor Ophelia could not. She lost her way, and in doing so lost her life. She was never taught, nor allowed to develop the self-possession required to deal with the harsh realities of life.
There, but by the grace of God, would I go, if not for the strength I have in the knowledge that there is no weakness in me unless I allow it. And that there are those in my life that would never let me fall so far, that I could never rise up again and face another day.
Ophelia is what we never hope we are, but sometimes know we may be; subservient to events over which we have no control. Succumbing to the inevitable because we feel there is no other way or that we have no choice.
Destiny dictates that outcomes are predetermined. That fate is unavoidable.
I cannot accept this whole-heartedly. I have to believe that some part of me has control and that I get to decide what happens: that I do indeed have free will. That being said, I look at the picture shown above and ask myself:
Do we float along and let the circumstances of our life drag us under to drown?
Or do we learn to swim, and use the current to bring us to a better place?
I know what I choose.
How about you?
