†Papa – Valor’s Guiding Star
In memory of my Father. His love, courage, and sacrifice created and inspired the force in my life.
Papa,
I begin with my last words to you,
‘You are my Guiding Star’
Even now, past the Twilight hours
Glimpsing the light of Dawn
I hesitate to ask
Yet, I find myself
Gazing at the Stars
Needing your guidance now
In these late or early hours
My Child, I see we come full circle
Microcosm of trunk of tree of life you climbed Materialized
But what if I don’t like what is now before me?
As a child, your view was no different than an ant
Now, you have the vantage point of a bird
But as an ant it was fun and challenging to climb
What you now discovered is its Macrocosm
Where it clearly, yet obscurely
Shows it face and façade
Need it be so confusing
Ah, but riddles you have always enjoyed
Papa, I learned in the order of natural world
Opposites see not eye to eye
Indeed, but remember this well
Not all Worlds have same order
Yet, competing orders form attractions
Not all Microscopic and Macroscopic levels compete
Indeed, as Leonardo brushes the Smile on Mona Lisa
His engineering blueprints sketch Death on his Weapon Designs
Society enjoys Beauty of Art
World Powers deploy Unsightliness of War
One affords the Other, it is said
Indeed, and the Other depicts the One
Picasso’s Guernica illustrates how the One is done
Monstrosities appear the same no matter time or space
So when I tire of the same
I find it best to glance AnOther way
Yes my child
You have long eyed the Russian, Wassily Kandinsky
But as you have seen and lived in your world
Not All worlds are as colorful
As Kandinsky portrays in Das Bunte Leben
No, it is more like Pablo’s world
Viewed through spectacles of grey and black
Where death and despair promulgate
Yes, I see it more day by day night after night
Picasso’s vision of his Present World were of Timeless images
“Gored horse, a bull, screaming women, a dead baby, a dismembered soldier, and flames”
Papa, let’s now speak of how shapes can create new worlds
Yes, my child as when you colored outside the lines
It’s no wonder you eyed Kandinsky’s Auf Weiss II
For you too enjoyed geometric shapes
Especially the circle, line and triangle
And saw their relations to time and space
Papa, how can this help me create new Worlds
Eye all around for
Parallels abound
As one artist eyed the colorful beginnings and near end of his World
Another artist’s eyes were painfully physically drawn
By images of despair and death or greys and blacks
Yet, in time, Pablo was fortunate to also see colorful and abstract worlds
Still, I know not how this will …
My child, I see these Monsters that haunt your World
I believe you when you say
You held true your word as your sword
Downed one by one
But know my child
This One battle is not yours to Fight
It has long belonged to Another
One that carries a fitting sword
But Papa, my sword thirsts for…
I command you to stand down!
For when this beast falls
Sound will roar of pain and defeat
Wrecking the grounds near and far
Heed, be far from its proximity
Papa, I shall be far
Be patient, for you will savor vengeance
In this beast’s paradoxical attempt to attack
Liken to a bee
Thinking an enemy in its proximity will attack
It stings and ceases not to be, entropy
It’s in its nature
Need it be so confusing
My child, you still have more to learn
Eye all around for
Parallels abound
Papa, parallels remind me of my book of shapes
Still, I find comfort in their simplicity
As their corresponding trigonometry of numbers
Explain time and space
I correct you child
What they reveal are not simply time and space
One’s Star takes a different shape
In Another’s Time and Space
In the End
It Begins anew Destination
Papa, full circle we are in appears to rest
On the lines of a triangle
To decipher
I look to All your words and You
My Guiding Star!
Happy Father’s Day!