If you would sail away to places new,
Let go of port, and leave your home and lands;
Though chance be many, hours may be few:
Where reason waits, the heart still understands

If you would just get up and leave your seat,
To let the music fill you and to dance,
You’d find your life’s true rhythm in the beat:
Where reason waits, the heart still understands

And yet we live within a type of maze
We build of expectation, and our plans —
The light is just outside, we see the rays:
Where reason waits, the heart still understands

  You tremble on the edge, where reason waits,
  The heart still understands — unbar the gates

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November, 2014 — Owen

The only side she ever saw was hers;
The only side I ever saw was mine.
For every day, most places, this occurs,
As in our own terms we the world define.

And so we let each other go at last;
I to my folly, her to sapience --
Until, one day, it happened she went past,
And roused me from my frozen indolence --

I swore to her I was a better man,
And that her love was all the world to me:
But she saw through me, ere the words began,
The wisdom found in quiet empathy.

  She then said words that to this day, still haunt:
  "You have yourself. That's all you really want."

---

 

(“Autobiographical Snippet” – 3-17-2017)

He walked in younger days at watersides,
Although not rich enough for boat or moor;
For life and water, both, have their high tides,
And low and neap, and many last shades more.

The water makes a sound that most who hear
Will find a boon, be they yet rich or poor,
Or to whatever creed they may adhere.
And so it was with him, in all-year climes:

The song that made his waking soul a seer,
The majesty of time and other times.
Connectedness he felt when he felt small:
It was among the least of his thought-crimes,

And though his life was full of slip, and fall,
This place still holds the secret to it all.