You can learn something new every day... you may know how to do something backwards and forwards, but there are times when we can all be surprised, even by something familiar, in a new and an unexpected way... whether you are young or old life and people can, do, and will always find a way to surprise you - like a twist that often happens within the story of a book, or a movie, that makes you reconsider all that you thought you knew about why and what the storyteller, or the director, wanted to convey or display. Sometimes after we unearth something that had been buried, or after we believe we have discovered everything about what makes something work, someone will look at something and find evidence that makes the world take a second look at what they thought was the truth of something, or someone, and present a different version of what is, and what was, and in an instant can rewrite the history book version and paint a brand new picture that will define perceptions and conceptions for generations to come. Unfortunately, to our knowledge, no one has invented a time machine that can be used to go back and corroborate the physical appearance of legendary and infamous figures from the past - such as William Shakespeare, Jesus, Leonardo DaVinci, Julius Ceasar, or Tutankhamen - but we do have representations of them in the form of paintings, sculptures, and a gold sycophagi; but who knows whether there are visitors from the far future walking the streets of the 21st Century that are able to blend in so well that they can pass us by without us batting an eye. There are things that we will never know about what a place was really like way back when; there are things that we will never know about what certain people were really like who are famous now but who were once the child of a mother and a father; there are things that we will never know about what it must have been like to see, to hear, to feel life on Earth be remade over and over again over the centuries; there are things that we are only now discovering - for example: did you know that some dinosaurs had feathers?
Month: February 2022
A Poem A Day #123: Begin Again
A Poem A Day #122: Morphology
A Poem A Day #121: Language
A Poem A Day #120: Poet of the Sphere
A Poem A Day #119: Sound
A Poem A Day #118: New Muse
A Poem A Day #117: Ode Blue
My Poem “The Blessing”
The beauty of the morning light can often take your breath away... the frigid conditions of a Winter's day can often make you wish that you could stay in bed... the sound of the birds chirping in the trees can make you feel hopeful and optimistic for what might lie upon the path in front of you - especially when you look around at where you live and you are captivated by what you see on display... for some people when they experience rubatosis - the acute and often unsettling awareness of their own heart beating in their chest - it can make them think about and wonder whether and when their mortal journey will come to an end. Every morning when I wake up I open my eyes and I question whether what I am looking at is real, or whether I am still dreaming - but it usually doesn't take me long to realize that everything around me is what is happening, because if I were still dreaming then I would be leaping around in my mind to places, to times, and to possibilities that I would mostly be uncontrollable. Whenever I have looked out to the waves of an ocean, or above to the stars of the night sky, I have often been spellbound and hypnotized by the fact that no matter where I go and what I do I cannot effect that which has been in motion for longer than there has been a moon... I have always loved the magic of not knowing everything and considering every day the first step on an adventure into the unknown as well as an exploration into the depths of the familiar - because I have always believed that if given the gift to be able to learn about somewhere, about something, or about someone, what have we got to lose? There is a reason why the sun and the moon rise and set every day... there is a reason why life is short and why memories are important... there is a reason why when we look at something or someone we see them as being beautiful, indescribable, special, and a perpetual blessing.
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