“Somewhere in the cosmos, perhaps, intelligent life may be watching these lights of ours aware of what they mean… or do our lights wander a lifeless cosmos, unseen beacons announcing that here on our rock, the universe discovered its existence?” – Stephen Hawking
The mental giant in a metal chair
resided in a multi-layered sphere
beyond our grasp, as we who simply stare
into the heavens, wondering if here
is all there is. He brought the world a gift
enfolded in a cryptic paradigm,
unwrapped in subtle stages for a shift
in scientific thought on space and time.
The message of the multiverse is veiled
in gossamer and lace, with calico
and pleated velvet drapes that have assailed
our curiosity, but this I know:
Illusion born of suffering absconds
when consciousness is freed from mortal bonds.
2018 Mary Boren
Image by Mitchell Toy
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“If you love something, set it free.” -Ancient Chinese Proverb
There’s a lot to be gained
when Emotion’s unreined
and unsaddled, but why do you think
it’s repeatedly said
that a horse can be led
to the water but not made to drink?
Hedge your bets. Don’t ignore
all that mystical lore
on a four-footer’s freedom of will.
When enticing a colt
that’s determined to bolt,
make it easy. Be gentle. Be still.
Leave the gate open wide;
take the setbacks in stride
while he romps where the foliage is dense.
If he isn’t coerced
he might build up a thirst
and return through a hole in the fence.
Mary Boren, 2002
Conveyances are personal,
hard-working or diversional.
A Lincoln or a Cadillac
will get you to the store and back,
but if you want to forge ahead
in style, go Yamaha instead.
Get out there.
Beneath a Kawasaki sky,
salute a Harley racing by
and think of riders past who gave
the well-met motorcycle wave,
a lowered left extended hand
that signifies, “I understand.”
We’re out there.
As pavement rises into view
it merges with the air, and you
are borne aloft. On curves and dips,
each heightened sense awakens, slips
the shackles of an earthbound form.
In solitude through sudden storm,
you’re out there.
While consecrated miles unwind
like ribbon, your uncluttered mind
encompasses with mellow ease
three hundred sixty-five degrees
of living. Ride, ride on until
whenever. Why? Because the thrill
is out there.
Mary Boren, 2007