Reason for Life

Preface Reason For Life is a written and visual expression of one man’s life experience. A broad scope of thought and feeling is reflected, yielding a passionate reservoir of knowing, and not knowing; analysis of being and nothingness, the wonder of God and a logical critique of contemporary belief in an absolute chaos. Hope is explored within the boundaries of human belief and transcendent emotion. It is derived from comprehension of universal causation and unification of all things, leading to the infinite beatitude that ameliorates conscious suffering, bringing us to a place of peace within ourselves. Our ultimate quest is to discover reason for rejection of fear in our lives, to understand who and what we are, and why we are: To discover love, that omnipresent existence with appreciation for unification of all things, a connectedness in Oneness of infinite design. Finding the source of our being permits manifestation of love to enter our hearts and spirits, driving us to purpose, and death to deny forever. All people are born with the unalienable right to freedom of expression, to realize our God given unique potential, with freedom from injustice, prejudice and iniquity. Freedom, one learns, is not derived from the outside, but from the core essence of our consciousness, the very source of all creation, the individual’s light of mind and soul. Sublimity O’ how might we capture the glimmering light, Glossing O’er the gossamery clouds, As the white wisps are in nomadic flight, And our yearning hearts are portending in crowds; With Teardrops in remembrance of silent thought, Forgetting not yet thy bright green eyes With quickening fire; And the rapture of love as thou hast wrought, Forgetting not yet thy sweet soft lips With passionate desire Holding fast to the currents Of need in time, The whispers of hope Find sentiment in fate, Forgetting not yet the blazon of love Is sublime, Even as divining eyes Find impediment in wait; Golden Dream of Unity Hope is our reverie, It is the golden dream, Not delusion or mirage, But the effluent stream, The trickling brook Spoor of love And gentle flow, Tithed one to the other With a scintillating glow, Of saintly stars Consociate in relation to all, For our lives joined in unity Are poised and tall; - Yet subtle is the way of life, As power dwells in truth, And integrity banishes strife, The unparalleled, - Elephantine sleuth. And nature conceals her secrets In the sublime- Hence, young eager minds May please to climb, E’er the lofty peaks That touch the pale blue skies, Following writhing rivers Then flowing to canonize, The violet of rainbows As light finds sundrops, To wrest radiant beauty Only when crying stops; Flying o’er willowy white puffs of tremulous clouds, Forming as diaphanous breaths In pristine shrouds, Thou shalt exalt the mystery Of a blushing rose, With optimism for sapience And reverential prose, The words shall reveal freshness And cerebration, Knowing man not merely An ephemeral conformation, And a primordial field With ineludible impasse, Our bodies mosaics Of an elemental subclass, Composed of dark drifting wisps Of interstellar space, Yet with colorless, Soundless and Impalpable Grace. Rapture shepherds nihility From which all appear, As the unseen Unheard and Unfelt Becometh dear; Phantoms mock the Kingdom’s scroll- Beguiled we are not, Transcend thyself As gift and goal- As child You forgot; From whence the soul of hope Is mainstream for awe, Whereas prophetic epiphany Is spirit for the law; And only for love And peace We advance On wings, Yearning with prescience And Oneness, Happiness Rings. Crimson sunsets And sighing winds Have no season, Whose wonder acclaims Freedom and Unity As reason, Divining in nil, a jewel of creation Is ubiquitous prime, However, still, impassioned hearts Are emboldened to climb, And not because Nature is trickster In rhyme, But because she is Noble, Majestic, And Sublime;- And songs of love shall spring From heavenly portals, As hold melodies will sing The sonnets Of immortals. Michael Michael Jackson is a gentle soul, The love of innocence And beauty his role, His gift to humanity is A vision of peace, His creation of song For us n’eer doth cease, The beauty of his lyric and The meaning of his words, Moves us to sublimity Soaring as the birds, His soul given freely, His talent so unique, His blessing so sincerely felt Yet carried with mystique; - His concern for the world and Nature he doth love, Unparalleled in kind as So seldom do we find, A man of conviction Yet playful at heart, To witness his crucifixion The heavens they do part; - As to his suggestion, dare we not start? As the miracle of yesterday Lives in peace forevermore, We now need lament and pray As gentle waters nudge the shore, Of dreams of yesterday Spoken earnestly With love And passion for,- Ending The war.