SROsborn
Thoughts: The countless dancing shadows of the mind. By close examination, the mysterious inner light which cast them is found to possess a poetic, storied voice which, when in conversation with the curious, hints at the existence of its source--the infinite, peaceful, joyous soul. The poetry of Inquiry into the Sun is a collection of such conversations between that inner light and the author, curiously in search of his soul: 'Awoke to melt into light, a dainty illumination, faint glow of incandescence. Within, without, a sky dissolved into this radiation; greenery attached itself, the grasslands, and trees, and then quickly departed into the blaze; what had become a sunny day, now saw the sun itself a shadow, and into the fires of love burned up the sun. The indistinguishable quality of such a heat, having no source, cannot be fiddled with by deceptive, malicious, or accidental ways. Intention save alone the pathway of discovery. Handling delicacies for practice, then wielding them as lasers. Cutting thru daybreak, the exterior of mass subsides. Standing tall in miniature ness, left to be found, expected, your You. Lifting a finger to touch the mirrored face, upon contact, more than one resident. Though as if to lookers on--the warmth and approval of a congregate interested in the good of all, gave thumbs-up to a union match as the one became the other; another One became both.' --From the poem 'Hughe and Marta'
