Collection 13: Philosophical Poems

 Epistemological Breakdown, Law and Liberty, Perspectives


Epistemological Breakdown


Somewhere in the great nowhere

Which is mostly where we live now

Hear silent thunder, watch the dark flashes

Of our war upon our minds.


From the freezing North

Blizzards of research papers bear

Proofs that there can never be anyone

At home to read them.


From fecund southern jungles

Simian hoots and squeals blare

Out the triumph of unreason

In the strangling dark.


Between gibberish and prose

Poets have nothing to say

So we let off a few fireworks

To defy the void.


There was once a healer

Who presided at the wedding

Of soul and substance, word and world

But we sacked him.


Broken homes bring banishment.

We tramp the streets of ransacked cities

Littered with scribbled papers,

Hooted and haunted.



Law and Liberty


Symbol of Rolling liberty

This wave’s exact curl

And dash upon the shore

Is no stampede of freedom:

Or deeper where the shark

Slides silent in the water

His fanged tyranny

Has not the sea’s licence:

Tide’s thrust and pulling gravity

Arrayed each molecule 

Of the breaker’s curl

In precise delineation

Of its smash upon the sand

While shark is most subject

To sea’s voracious law

Shaping his deadly torpedo

Whose unhindered motion

Is desperate necessity – 

He must swim or die.


So our thinking freedom

Lives by its limits:

This skater accepts the ice

With its bruising treachery,

Subdues herself to it

In months of wearing and

Gradually prolongs a curve

Or risks a flick –

Then can exploit the ice

Swooping in its pale sky

With our dreams of flight

With glide and dizzying spin

She has the freedom of the ice.

So the unstinting Giver

Neither shackles freedom in necessity

Nor unmakes order through licence

For His full majesty

Is His all-mastery

And our full liberty.



Perspectives


Perspectives

I consider, I consider
Two eyes staring in the mirror
The seer veiled in the sight.
Dark suns in a blue corona
Show only shadows of their owner.
I lift my eyes to the light.

Father of light, now let me raise
My sight to meet Your radiant gaze.
What You behold me to be
Is who I am – beyond surmise
Is Love in the Beholder’s eyes
Whose seeing me makes me see.


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