Epiphany Relayed

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)

Something More

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)

A New Hand

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)

The Unsung…

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)