The pace of life as shown is humdrum, routine, even boring. The twists and turns within this continuum seem random. Sometimes on the lighter side, perhaps a eureka moment in there. Occasionally deeply tragic ... where unforeseen events may change things forever, and to our grief. But during those long and mundane stretches we have a great opportunity to drink from the waters of inspiration ... to move toward fulfilling the poetry that our souls call for, quietly, from each of us.
This collection, for instance , was born out of one of my Pierian-spring moments; that was when I decided to collect my scattered notes and mumblings into a coherent bunch of thoughts that I could draw upon.
Sometimes life's complexities turn
serendipitously, sometimes tragically.
When honeyed days befall,
sweet songs follow winding streams.
When days are rent by adversity,
cries of grief echo from granite canyons.
When life takes its usual channel,
we ought take long drafts from Pierian springs.
