[after Spinoza's poem, "Something To Think About,"
and the cosmic poems of patriciajj]
Dust we are and to dust we shall return:
stardust. But inquiring, we can discern
the beauty---implied; expressed---of the cosmos
that only the soul that vivifies dust knows.
This is the height and depth of our poetry
that shall transcend our mortal finity,
to be borne with us into the Heavenly---
to which admission is only by Love's Grace,
unbound by the local limits of our time and space.
Starward
unbound indeed
unbound indeed my friend, unbound indeed
Thank you so much for that.
Thank you so much for that.
Starward
This dives deep and with the
This dives deep and with the thrill of breaking free of our tiny, terrestrial lives and entering the unknowable . . . a mind-bending and life-affirming far journey. Such Truth shimmering in remarkable language. Yes, this is what it's about! This is ecstasy, this is poetry. And I'm deeply honored to be a glimmer in this light by way of your kind dedication.
Thank you, but you are
Thank you, but you are certainly more than a glimmer of light. When I began to study the poems of Wallace Stevens, back in 1978, I was similtaneously overwhelmed and fascinated by the world his words described. I did not expect to experience this a second time, in my old age . . . until I began to read your poetry. Reading Stevens, I thought no one---not even Eliot---could ever reach me as he did; then I began to read your poetry. Stevens is great; you are equally as great. Thank you for all you have brought into my life.
Starward