We shall not cease from exploration
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time.
Many paths converged
(each path a learning subjective)
out of the directed graph
of carefully measured online posts;
the content in the creators,
the content in the community,
arriving back at the initial thoughts
as foretold by Eliot
and foreshadowed by Joyce.
riverrun, past Eve and Adam's, from swerve of shore to bend
of bay, brings us by a commodius vicus of recirculation back to
Howth Castle and Environs.
Along the way
we kill the Buddha
and get of the idea
The ultimate boon?
L’objet petit a?
Perhaps an amulet
that can assist the next hero
in their journey.
It was a light fog,
not enough to be dangerous
or obscure objects,
just enough to add a halo
around lamp posts
and a softness to distant views.
Above, there was a flickering,
perhaps from stray headlights
caught in the fog,
an optical illusion,
from far away lightning.
The flickering became more frequent
and the roll of thunder
answered one question
to be replaced with another.
Would the storm pass to the north
or would we feel the full force?
Was it something beautiful,
or a little bit of both?
It was all a matter of perspective
that the start of the rain
did not help resolve.
The Teacher Ascends
to bid the students farewell.
The past few years
have changed everyone.
Yes, there are still a few
more interested in money
than perpetual memory.
Earlier in the spring,
it looked like all hope had been destroyed
only to return
a few days later.
It is still a confusing time
now that we must go out into the world.
What spirit will sustain us
in our daily lives?
At the bookstore checkout
I asked the manager
if there were any more copies
“Sands of The Well”.
He motioned to a young man
standing near the counter.
“He just bought the last one.”
The young looked at me and said,
“Here, take it.”
“But you’ve already paid the price”
“It is a gift,” he said.
All eyes turned to me.
“I don’t deserve this gift”
I thought to myself.
Another customer explained
that Robbie always did stuff like that,
“random acts of kindness.”
I accepted the gift with thankfulness
“Is this how Peter felt when Jesus washed his feet?”
And at the final day
will I ask, “is there any more forgiveness?”
only to hear
the manager say,
“Jesus bought it all”
Will Jesus say,
“Here, take it.”
Will I protest
“But you’ve already paid the price”?
Only to hear
“It’s a gift”
Will the prayer of humble access come to mind
as others explain
that Jesus always did stuff like that,
“random acts of kindness”.
Crowds of meek young men and women growing up in libraries,
believing it is your duty to accept the content,
which Cicero, which Locke, which Bacon, have given,
how curious you are to me!
Huddled away in lonely dorm rooms,
reading sanitized facts
in the hopes of passing a multiple choice quiz,
you are more curious to me than you suppose.
Surfing the internet at dawn looking for an angry fix
forgetful that Cicero, Locke, and Bacon
were only young men in libraries,
when they created their content.
You will graduate to lead lives of quiet desperation,
boredom, routine, and petty frustration
in the day to day trenches of adult existence,
until you make the connections.