Blissful Doubt

4/10/13

12:32 am

Brooklyn NY

Inspired from the retreat at

St. Basil’s Salvatorian Center,

Methuen MA

Blissful Doubt

He was mortified.

For he had been lost by his time.

A time of numerous choices

And instant delight.

He has cossetted his soul in naive needs.

The deities he had made,

Ruled over all his days.

He was mortified.

For he had been lost by his society.

A society where freedom only meant

To choose what is greatly admired,

To take what is easy and comfortable.

Freedom never meant anguish and distress.

Even if it was virtuous and right.

He was mortified.

For he had been lost

By his intellectual peers.  

Peers who believed that only the sensible

And pragmatic facts mattered.

His belief was seen as feebleness.

A pathetic plea from a frail individual.

On unsteady ground he stood.

Yet he was never pleased at his disbelief.

For he’s summoned unceasingly,

By the awe-inspiring genius 

And the overwhelming mastermind

In the harmony of earth and sky.

The rising of the sun to its falling 

And the life that breathed within its realm.

He’s summoned

By the imposing meaning of his presence.

As he journeyed life trying to understand 

The diverging degrees of excellence.

This disbeliever knew in his heart, 

That he need not be nor shall he live forever.

He knew who is faultless,

From the one who isn’t.

He was mortified.

Yet this time,

He was crushed from one definite reason.

His incredulity is anything but dishonest.

And this was the beginning of his conviction.

A blissful doubt which led him to be certain,

That providence works in mysterious ways. 

Along Came Sandy

10/30/12

1:03 am

Brooklyn NY

Along came Sandy

When Sandy threw

Her dander and rage

All trees were swept

And waters took stage

The winds blew men

And boats aside

She set fire to homes

As flames spread wide

The rivers engulfed

Both tunnel and rail

Most roads have sunk

Some homes set sail

Scores of citizens

Both young and old

Have suffered amply

Her wrath, untold

Then, Sandy left unnoticed

Darkness, we now claim

This woeful path of ruin

Will always bear her name

Coincidences

10/24/12

12:30 am

Brooklyn NY

Coincidences

 

Life happens inadvertently.

A mind blowing premise,

As life in itself means existence.

Yet life is unconscious and uninformed.  

No wise man can surely foretell,

If tomorrow would come.

We’re mostly unprepared for the unknown.

And the unknown will almost never prepare us

Even if we had an indication of what it might be. 

Yet there are days where accidents happen.

Somehow our whims converge with reality,

And our yearnings become accurate.

The randomness of time seems to propose a plan.

Contrasting events seemed to unite,

As if we have organized the improbability of our dreams.

Some people believe coincidences are inconsequential.

I consider them profound, insightful to the soul.

I happen to believe these little flukes are significant in our lives.

They somehow give us a glimpse to the unknown.

A veritable intuition to what may come. 

Aren’t these the days we feel more alive?

We feel as if the higher beings have come down to us!

Desiring the unlikely to happen more frequently.

I say, go ahead.

Find your coincidence.

Better yet, let it find you.

Double Proposition

10/5/12

6:40 pm

Friday

Washington DC

Double Proposition

Today I swept the river waters.

My arms struck its resistance,

Paddling persistently,

Impelling my boat forward.

Drops from my brow cooled me off,

As I pummeled its flow.

I was never quite convinced,

That I knew where I was headed.

I'm only certain I need to keep paddling.

Paddling meant everything.

And everything is all I’ve got.

As I neared the fork,

Two routes came into view.

One to my left and another to my right.

Both seemed to be of equal value.

It’s likeness stood out,

More than I could decide.

As I approached the split,

I halted my boat.

I knew enough, that whichever way I go,

It would change everything incessantly.

Yet my mind was still undetermined.

And so I yielded.

Floating in uncertainty.

Stealthily, the current guided me towards the left.

Coercing me to stir with the stream.

I knew then where I need to go.

For inherently, the current couldn’t have gone any other way

And perhaps, that’s where I need to be.

Paddling on,

I looked back to where I once was.

The river waters were in constant unrest.

Unpredictably choosing where it flows.

I guess I’ll always wonder,

What it would be like to go to the right.

For No Reason

9/18/12

1:30 am

Nowhere

   

For no reason

                         

It’s funny when I think I’ve got something to say,

But I really can’t say anything.

Not having expression renders it incomplete, doesn’t it?

It’s similar to wanting to write,

Yet you can’t begin to inscribe.

Words are understandably consequential,

But they’re nonexistent if they can’t be understood and interpreted.

To say that one speaks their mind seems unattainable this way.

And so, I think that’s all this is,

A mindless declaration of nothingness!

But then again nothing is anything but simple.

For nothing in itself is intense.

It’s a passionate statement of the lack of something.

When you got nothing, it is something, or lack thereof?

Either way, you know you’re up to something.