By Nolo Segundo
Vanity and Dust
Vanity and dust, Dust and vanity— Is that all we are? Clashing egos, Scheming, soulless, Taking and getting Only to lose all to That cheater Death? When all you love Will one day turn To dust, and none Can beat emptiness, Then you must pick— That all is but chance, Or all is planned, and Luck is the illusion… Sentience a cruel joke, Or a divine-like gift… And you are a fluke, Or one tugged by God.
The Psalm Of Wonder
As a child you wondered, you wondered all the time-- You wondered how tall was the sky, and how did the clouds become elephants and dogs and eagles and you wondered how Santa could move so fast, being so fat and old, yet still he got round the world in just one night, a sacred night. You wondered how grown-ups got so big and why you were so little… and when sex swept suddenly over you, stealing the last remnants of your childhood, you wondered how you would ever, could ever approach the one you desired…. Then you wondered what turns your life would take, what work, what play, what friends, what family you might have, and would you meet the mark…. As decades climbed one another, you wondered how lay the land of old age, and you wondered ever more about what dying meant, and most of all, you wondered about God—and realized all your wondering was really just about Eternity…
The Plaintive Song of a Stone
If I could but feel, I would feel the warmth of the sun upon my cold, featureless face…. If I could but touch, I‘d touch the grass I lay on and revel in its texture like a little happy king…. If I could but smell, all the flowers of the world would be mine—roses and daisies and even orchids would be an endless delight. If I could but hear, then all nature would be my own symphony, the birds rejoicing, the bees buzzing, dogs barking, rolling thunder, a continuous music to my soul…. If I could but see--ah, what would a stone see? The deep and ever breathing beauty of the world? Or would I see the unraveling of it by that other sentient being who burns its forests and dumps what cannot dissolve in a thousand years into earth’s proud, awesome oceans…? But I would treasure my newfound mind, and seek to thank the Being that could make even a stone see and feel and hear and think and even, in time, perhaps love…. Oh how then I would pity those born with eyes and ears yet unable or perhaps unwilling to SEE, living their lives scurrying about like blind, deaf and dumb rats while the Eternal Light bathes all.
Sometime Before I Die
Sometime before I die, I’d like to know … why birds get to fly, why people lie, why I love the sky, why dogs must die, why cherries make the best pie and most of all, I’d like to know why God likes to hide?
Academy of the Heart And Mind 