A stitching of parables,

a weaving of psalms

 

Whether ancient or modern,

the truth plaited long

 

The story we tell,

with one pattern beset

 

A patchwork of tailors

—whose needles profess

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania, December, 2019)

Hear what your eyes cannot see,

smell what your hands cannot touch

 

Taste what each moment unfolds

—love in the simplest of things

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2019)

Money’s most important purchase

—time

 

(Dreamsleep: December, 2019)

Punch me in the mouth…

don’t stab me in the back

 

The truth in play most clearly

—when honestly attacked

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2019)

The borders of space

—where limits go to die

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2019)

It’s not about Poetics,

but the meaning it involves

 

The meter, rhyme, and format,

just tools to then resolve

 

Great thoughts need little structure,

their light too bright to dim

 

By any academic mode

—that chokes the voice within

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2019)

Caught up in the great “I don’t know,”

my mind refused to learn

 

Moving into the “Maybe so,”

my thoughts began to turn

 

Morphing through each “To and fro,”

the options marked my days

 

Spreading what was “Mine to sow”

—epiphany relayed

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2019)

If space is not eternal,

what happens when space ends

 

Can we define what emptiness is,

its borders to portend

 

Is there a hidden permutation,

for what dimension has in store

 

With the end of all beginning

—infused with something more

 

(Villanova University: December, 2019)

Is mathematics a pre-school for searchers,

quantum physics grades two through four

 

Is what we now hold as absolute truth,

just a stairway to something much more

 

Are the numbers and letters so basic,

like the oils in Leonardo’s paint

 

Is time itself an illusion,

there to conjure and proffer restraint

 

But does music call out a new greeting,

as it flows past the thoughts in our mind

 

Is the act of our own recreating,

a new portal for what’s yet to find

 

And then will we ever relinquish,

YES or NO, the GOOD and the BAD

 

As the DNA of existence

—to those willing extends a new hand

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2019)

Every battle has its heroes,

most will go unnamed

 

True glory in their willingness,

to shun all praise and fame

 

With minds and spirits unified,

their hearts steadfast and pure

 

All destiny within the fight

—they ask for nothing more

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2019)