Remembrance (II)

sweet clouds in red skies
tell me what became
of those alternative paths
the untold stories
that my choices left behind

Marcus Antoninus

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Mysteries of communication

Whatever we call reality
Even if such a thing exists
Will forever remain elusive
A truly hard picture to paint
Partly objective and measurable
Partly interpreted and beyond form
Whatever we experience and remember
Whatever we tell others and ourselves
Goes well beyond events and things themselves
And delve deep into the intricacies of the self
With our story, upbringing, environment and brains
Steering up swirls of joy, fears and hopes
Forming myriad of mental images and verdicts
No matter if right or wrong
Without ever telling us a thing
We frenetically spun those stories
That we will tell ourselves
Oh! How on Earth are we going to communicate?
How can I tell you the way I perceive my world?
So you see the same thing as I do?
How can we reach a common ground?
How can we steer away of conflict
And reach that dreamed of future
Of peace, understanding and love?

Marcus Antoninus

Where the river flows

infused with the fury of spring
a mighty young river flows
powerful and hopeful
with the buoyancy of youth
although unbeknownst to it
whatever rocks it may move
wherever it goes at the end
its force remains deeply constrained
by mountains long ago built
by framing ideas that persist
thick influences lingering past their due
as it happens to us as well
deeper than we can know
we keep flowing ahead
sometimes meandering around
towards a vast and distant sea

Marcus Antoninus

Why blog? A short reflection on why I do write on the internet.

I normally post poetry here, not this sort of essay. In any case, as the subtitle of this site states, the poems are reflections about life and learning to live in this world. So, in a sense, this post does not deviate much of the main purpose of the site.

There are many internet pages delving into blogging, its pros, cons, hows and whys. I often feel interested in this sort of writing, as it gives perspective and I enjoy reading other peoples thoughts about things that matter to me. Today I experienced a completely different level of enjoyment though because I found Deborah Brasket’s wonderful post Touching & Being Touched, Why We Blog.

Deborah beautifully hits the nail on the head about what blogging means to me: to influence and let oneself be influenced by others. This is the essence of what true human interaction means to me, namely to mutually touch and enrich ourselves, intellectually and spiritually. True, lucky people like yours truly may also find this in the normal life outside the internet, but I believe that blogging adds another perspective and depth. There is no better or worse from my viewpoint, as I take them for complementary experiences.

Deborah’s post reminded me of some notes I scratched on one of my little dog-eared notebooks a few years ago, by the time I started these internet adventures. These notes are nothing nearly as profound as Deborah’s post, but reflect what I had in mind when I started these travels. I went back to them and found them still valid, well over five years after being jotted down on low-tech paper! I felt somehow happy and thought that there is some value in sharing these to you, so here is my humble perspective on blogging:

I write a blog because …
… I derive a lot of fun doing it
… I exercise and develop my creative writing
… I share my thoughts about the subjects I am interested in
… I expose my thoughts to people who may challenge them (a positive thing!)
… I connect to people that share those interests
… I contribute to a hopefully illuminating dialogue

I aim to (in order of priority) …
… post rich and meaningful ideas (most important)
… post beautiful texts (more often a wish, rather than a reality)
… post often (less important)

I will stop blogging when …
… I do not longer enjoy it
… I realize the time has come to move on to other things

I find writing very rewarding, and count writing this blog among a handful of things that can make a bad day bearable and a good day radiant. Some years ago I told you why I started doing this, now I said a bit more and added why I could possibly stop doing it some day.

What about you? Why do you blog?

Marcus Antoninus

Hidden

Fragile and ephemeral.
To those unaware eyes.
Crazy flickering lamps,
trembling in the wind.
But appearances are superficial!
See! on the inside there is a mountain,
and within the mountain a deep lake.
Genuine and unique,
self-reliant and authentic.
Behind the veil of softness,
there is an iron will,
a soul committed to the truth
and a spirit no one can defeat.

Marcus Antoninus

Modesty

Reducing excesses,
encouraging what is subdued,
within myself I hold a mountain.
Disguising my powers,
I cultivate modesty,
harvesting genuine strength
to cross the great water.
No blame.
Great success.

Marcus Antoninus
(freely interpreted and rewritten from I Ching, hexagram 15)