Thinker
1st January 2015

Is the poet’s muse
Artistic ruse
Or the painter’s task
A mask
Clothed as sage?
Does it train thought?
Or, perhaps still
Abides
And hides
From Truth that says:
“What humankind
Has put to mind
It pays
Through human will
By what’s brought
To path and page”?

Think then on this
You traveled brave
Through all you gave.
Did love’s quick gain
Or love’s quick loss
Not help explain
The gloss
Of the muse’s kiss?
Think long and hard
Dreamer of songs
Righter of wrongs.
Take up your pen
Lift your brush
To passion’s rush
That you may sing again
Though battle-scarred

Sent to the path of in-betweens is living in the tension between the past, the dream, and its future. It asks: To what action will the watchers/thinkers turn their thought as writers of the page, poets of the rhyme, painters in the space, or singers of rhythm. Will these seek to live beyond the muse’s mask toward the key of pathos in the Poet’s demand that gleans the fertile vein?

The in-betweens search the servant’s forbearance, the worker’s task, and the dreamer’s muse? For all must face life’s knotted kiss to flow deeper into Divine grace. In this contiguous vortex, the past and the dream in the thinker’s heart informs or undoes faith yet hope remains. Here perhaps, Plato’s methexis – that to have is to “have with” – compels genesis as flung in a dance of past and present with self and others. All we’ve learned crowns through the crucible where authentic ‘human individual’ and ‘human a part of others’ reflects the heart in the pangs of Kierkegaard’s nothing. They see this in the extremes of love and hate… and in the in-betweens. Here, prison, or freedom, stand equal before the thinker’s choice. Here, the a priori bite and clutch awaits the emergent. And at day’s end, one thing remains: Can the thinker feel and respond to the One who Feels for the sake of the other?

σωζεσθε
loys