Monday, October 31, 2016

My Healthy Obsession



author's note:

Dedicated to all of you.


MY HEALTHY OBSESSION

As a child I felt the need
to keep close watch

which required a safe distance

but this neurosis led
to a healthy obsession:

as I watched I sensed a mystery
and I asked myself: who are we?

In search of an answer
I have studied you well
but my primary subject
has been my own self--
after all, I do have full access

and in the process
of accessing
I've grown closer to myself--
close enough to see
the you inside me

and so, I've also
grown closer to you--
close enough to see
myself in yourself.

I love this research
nonetheless...
I occasionally feel the need
to step back from the both of us

and when I do, I use
what I've learned
to view this human life
in broader perspective.

So perhaps if I keep growing closer
to the both of us
I can, in time
realize a grand dream:

to suddenly see
all the pieces I've gathered
join together
in one fantastic panorama
of understanding.

When that vision comes
I believe (I hope)
the distance between us
will be seen
as nothing.



© 2016, Michael R. Patton
myth steps: the blog

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Friday, October 21, 2016

We are Whales



author's note:

With regret, I cut these two lines from the poem below:

"When I realize my true size
  I don't try to act so big"


WE ARE WHALES

The larger part
of human life
remains hidden
beneath the waves:

we are blue whales--
our secret language echoes
through vast expanses of ocean

so when I go below
I can hear you again
then feel you again--
you are not lost to me

and if I dare to go
even deeper down
I may hear the whole herd:

at such rare times
I am overwhelmed
by our whale song.



© 2016, Michael R. Patton
Listening to Silence: a book

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Sunday, October 16, 2016

What Kind of Gods?



author's note:

From a soon-to-be published book entitled Searching for My Best Beliefs.


WHAT KIND OF GODS?

As a child she believed
our gods lived in the clouds

until one Winter morning
when sunlight whitened
a frosty wisp of her breath
and suddenly she realized:

if I have clouds inside
then I must also have gods
.

Maybe the gods
had entered humans
long long ago
because they couldn't help them
from so high above

but if they really wanted to help
why didn't they steer her away
from mud and bees and mean dogs?

What kind of gods
would allow such pain?

Those deities must be devils!--
her fits and fights were simply
a matter of possession!

and the gods would keep on
tripping her up--
no way to escape:
they lived inside--
she'd suffer their torture
'til the day she died.

Burning frustration--
hot tears on her cheek--
cooling down into grief...

but in that quiet
she began to sense
a warm patient wisdom
deep within

and then realized her mistake:

though the gods wish
they could interfere
they can only watch with empathy
as we endure what we must:
the mud, the bees, the mean dogs

as well as our own selves.

In truth
the gods had entered humans
long long ago
because they couldn't comfort them
from so high above.

She maintained this belief
for the duration of her adventure
but to be honest
she usually ignored those deities

until the times of despair

then she would go into her darkness
and once again
find those loving gods within.



© 2016, Michael R. Patton
Listening to Silence: a book

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Sunday, October 09, 2016

Shopping in the Labyrinth



author's note:

I would like to add: if I'm shopping in a labyrinth, then we're shopping in a labyrinth.


SHOPPING IN THE LABYRINTH

My dreams confirm the message
of many myths and legends:

I'm traveling through a labyrinth.

However, in these dreams
the inner passageway
often resembles the halls
of your average shopping mall

with countless bright stores
vying for my attention:

offering me
every sort of thing
except it seems
that which I seek

and what might that be?--
well, I can't exactly say--
I only know I haven't yet found it
in any of those displays.

But I don't feel defeated--
no, not in the least:
I'm still eager to explore--to see
what waits next door down:

I like to imagine
I'm gathering valuable information
with the hungry claws
of my six senses--

taking in as many manifestations
as I can possibly tolerate:

puzzle pieces to be put together
though maybe not
until much later--
maybe if I keep shuffling the mad lot
the bits will finally fall
into a discernable pattern
and I'll find the design
that's been waiting for me
to perceive its glorious reality--

perhaps that's what
I seek in this labyrinth:
a vision of its totality!

A beautiful hope
but my solid reality is also lovely
as I'm driven by an innate desire
to see and feel and hear and know
what waits next door down.



© 2016, Michael R. Patton
Myth Steps: a poetry book

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