Monthly Archives: August 2023

“Patterns”

Patterns

“Wings,” said Icarus.

“Freedom,” offered Daedalus.

“Death,” decreed the Sun.

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Photo finish Friday: “Stray”

Stray

Old black and white cat,

stray as the descending sun,

pauses for a meal.

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Haiku to you Thursday: “Squirrel”

Squirrel

A feast of old bread /

the squirrel appreciates, /

wary as I watch.

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“Evening”

Evening

Evening summer starts /

Sunlight shadows sunflowers. /

Cicadas sing dusk.

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“Beauty”

Beauty

Their blossoms fleeting, /

sunflowers live briefly; yet, /

their beauty transcends.

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“August light”

August light

Burnt red sunflower /

hangs its heavy summer head /

in the August light.

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“Love”

Love

Love is the big fish /

that always gets away, but /

leaves tall tales to tell.

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“Waits”

Waits

Praying mantis waits, /

perched on dying sunflower. /

Death waits on death’s face.

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“Dancing”

Dancing

Light and wind and clouds /

dance across roofs while tired eyes /

watch evening step in.

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Mythologies as poetry

“There are now no more horizons. And with the disillusion of horizons we have experienced and are experiencing collisions, terrific collisions, not only of people but also of their mythologies. It is as when dividing panels are withdrawn from between chambers of very hot and very cold airs: there is a rush of these forces together…. That is just what we are experiencing; and we are riding it to a new age, a new birth, a totally new condition of mankind – to which no one anywhere alive today can say that he has the key, the answer, the prophecy, to its dawn.

Mythologies, in other words, mythologies and religions are great poems and, when recognized as such, point infallibly through things and events to the ubiquity of a “presence” or “eternity” that is whole and entire in each. In this function all mythologies, all great poetries, and all mystic traditions are in accord; and where any such inspiriting vision remains effective in a civilization, everything and every creature within its range is alive. The first condition, therefore, that any mythology must fulfill if it is to render life to modern lives is that of cleansing the doors of perception to the wonder, at once terrible and fascinating, of ourselves and of the universe of which we are the ears and eyes and the mind.”

-Joseph Campbell

From Myths to Live By pg. 263

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