March 31, 2015

Thank you, Jack!

Perhaps W.B. was right that the mind, at best, is
A sleek surfer in a grotto of blue Hawaii's tunnel vision.
Really, like the dream behind some boy's poster child of endless summer.
Though, at worst, it is the severity of that water bicep about to
Inundate the sailors in the frail boat of that painting: The Wave.
No third Troy or fourth can outdo the human tragedy of love
Gone to war. Still that image of a tiny insect on the ocean
(That history makes and breaks like tidal longing)
Has its champions. But the clarity of what is coming
Eternally throws us by simple turns: The mind makes the past
Wholly crystal; while what blooms before our very eyes
Is hidden. Better then to simply learn to dance.
Learn to dance and practice, step by step,
Dancer hidden until the dance is done.
Hovering like the one who walks on water,
Or the chicken and the egg question;
Redeeming the need to know for being.
Sure sounds simple.
Everyone knows how
Simple it sounds.
Maybe the lesson we practiced
And practiced together is all we need.
No Dance. No Dancer.
Enjoy each step, and just be thankful for the lesson.

11-26-2014

Harmony be with you if peace is not

"Greet the enemy with the respect you would like," offered Wu 
"Instantly your conflict becomes a dance. Keep thanks for God at your
Very center no matter what move your opponent makes. Do
Internal work to prepare for battles before they knock at the door.
Now is all you ever have to show praise for the Grace
God has given you. In Daniel's moment like a small stone sailing at
Goliath's brow: The words to his enemy: 'Why are we fighting, ace?'
Open path and direct hit. Silence. There is no reason, failing that, 
Doing what is expected. Following orders. Any reason one can name
Truly falls short of sanity. Death. Vengeance. Honor. There is no need for it. 
How precious is all life? Too precious to take in the name of an idea.
All rhyme and reason falls apart in justifying war. 
No enemy exists who is truly aligned with evil unless we choose not to 
Kiss and make up projections of our inner faults
Sometimes we must understand instead of taking our stand. 

11-24-2015

Unseen Melodies are Sweeter

"Place a child's hand held game system over the photo, then
Look and see what is there." With this Jack produced
A portable game console and placed it over the evidence.
"You see?" "What is that?" McPherson asked with confused
Interest. "Near as I can tell that is Harold or should I say Herald"
Stunned at this revelation, McPherson repeated. "Herald Angel!
That spherical thing with winglike arcs is ...
"Herald of an Angel. Daniel has a good sense of humor. Harold Angel!
Exceptionally funny don't you think? Simple code keeps secrets inside.
This sphere, or whatever, is essentially an interdimensional phone call!
How many times in Biblical history have angels been described
In terms of something part human, part winged animal.
Not creatures at all but what nature looks like when a message
Goes through from one dimension to another. Sound waves in dimensional passage." 

11-22-2014

The intersection of Dimension and Vine

"Doesn't copy!" Blurted McPherson with a scowl,
"Every printed page is in blue ink that does not repro.
Photos come out somewhat. What now?"
"Take out your cell phone and take photos.
Have a scone?" asked Oneal as his partner
Plopped in the chair across from him.
Eyeing the pages and clicking the photos for starters.
"Right. Photos of Daniel alone. This is too grim.
Can't believe we are wasting our time on Harold.
Empty pursuit and that's the truth!" commented Jack's
Partner. "Only empty until you use the 3D viewer on 'em."
"The what?" McPherson looked confused. "Look on the back"
Instructions on how to view a hologram appeared
On the back of photo. "To catch an angel, add a dimension. Weird!"  

11-21-2014

Aim higher than the target

"Look McPherson, we know that Daniel is gone. We know 
He had an imaginary friend. This Harold. Why would the Sergeant
And the other brass be interested in a figment though?
Doesn't make sense they would be interested in a miscreant's
Dream. That's why I am interested. Let's find out a
Little about this Harold. Maybe following Daniel
Always was a fool's errand. If you want to pout about
Our loss, do it on your time. I am not going play Cocker Spaniel.
Rather I am going to concentrate on what Daniel was after.
Something tells me this Harold has the answers to that
Each time you follow a suspect you get to the scene late. I'd rather
Look at the suspect's horizon and get there first. Well what
Are you waiting for. Take this file folder on Harold Angel.
When you are through making a copy, meet me at the the cafe for a bagel." 

11-20-2014

John Keats's Day in Court

"What on earth are you talking about. We administer justice.
Heck with beauty. Get a grip will you?
Are you flippin' mad, Jack? We can't just allow any cuss
To alter timelines at his discretion. And who
Put this Daniel in charge like that? Also, as far as we know,
(Recorded and observed) there is no Harold.
It's just some figment of Daniel's twisted ego!"
Calmly Jack looked into McPherson's gold-
Edged spectacles and replied. "Look, maybe
Beauty and Truth and Justice are more tightly 
Entangled than we have the ability to see.
And I don't know why I can't rightly
Understand what I wrote about how Daniel vanished of late.
Tea leaves? omens? poppycock! There is no reason to pursue him into his alternate state."    

11-19-2014

Big fish in a little song

McPherson looked steadily in disbelief at Jack. "I Don't
Understand. What do you mean you have decided to
Close the case? We are so close to catching him!" he moaned.
"Harold Angel is the case I have been assigned. Besides you
Are overestimating our position. We are not any closer to catching
Daniel than when we started. I realized that when I was at the cafe,"
Oneal stated to his partner back at the department office. Watching
Angrily, McPherson blurted: "You didn't go to get coffee!
Breath-o-lizer test for you! Pronto! You went to the pub, right?
Open your mouth then. C'mon!" At this Oneal pushed past his partner. "I
Understand your confusion, but I have made up my mind. I am not tight."
The calm resolve in Jack's voice lended to the verity of the statement. "Why
Not sleep on it, ay?" McPherson pleaded." "No need, Jack returned,  
"O Thing of beauty so short thy life, in your moment, I thy beauty learned."