Golden ginkgo leaves
fallen, await windy transport
like feathers stalks nabbed
Cacti catch zelkova
gold. Bonsai … now sticks,
distinction mere form
And is this process not like us, the human, flaring bright with our age, inevitably losing much of what made us so rare in our youth. Yet we retain these colorful blazes of essence, beacons of what we have learned, given who we have been and now are. Essence distilled from youth and midlife into a glowing offering of love, to be taken up or cast off into the winds with no one to know. Finally, bare sticks, making ready to move being onwards, awarded fresh life. A pattern drawn from the previous, yet not quite the same…
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Rising Over the Smoke is me looking for larger patterns, hidden meanings in what goes on all around us. The world gets more conflicted and confused from one year to the next, or so it seems. Some days life feels fresh, open, energized, connected, others more nuanced, confused, distanced, lethargic. To me writing is a way of exploring my place, and perhaps that of others.
I am Baha’i, thus my thoughts are affected by my faith. Beliefs include independent investigation of truth, equality of men and women, the essential harmony between science and religion, that there is one God from whom all the world’s religions spring, that we diverse humans are all of one family. The Baha’i Faith is unlike other existing world religions as it does not claim to be the only “true” path or religion. The Baha’i Faith acknowledges all sacred traditions and religions as equal.
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