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Like our planet on a 24 hour cycle, my location is filling with the light of one rotation, transporting me from darkness into light.

The next rotation of my location is the dark side of my spiritual sphere; and the next spin will once again transport me into
the light of day, the light of the world.

We all know that the sun is still in the sky even in the darkest night. Our perspective is from our location. We may be on the other side of the globe--the dark side--but our location will, in one revolution, be filled with light.
We are all caught in this literal and figurative human cycle of day and night.

We need to have faith in this
as we must have faith in
gravity, because the alternative is unimaginable darkness!!!

This knowing is not only
cerebral, but tabulated by a spiritual equation. We must believe because there is no
way around it. We simply
must believe or lose it all.
Our orbit will decay otherwise.
We will cease to rotate on
our own axis. So in a sense,
do or die, because I will
surely die spiritually if I
don't get lifted to that
spiritual space.

There is too much at stake; there is so much to lose if I
don't transcend the earthly
plane of spiritual death and simply believe beyond hope to be freed from the perceived hopelessness and helplessness of our universal existence.

The sun is still in the sky even in the darkest night. We simply must have faith and patience to wait our turn.
 18h
Zeno
Walking through the fabled night
of ancient skies and gray sidewalks
Stepping into the world
of hot humid June

When metals towered over the sky,
Like match sticks lined up above stones
the luminescent streets blazed
into the night

Those glasses that shimmered
bright lights and yellow fireworks,
Falling with gravity,
relishing in sweet air and downfall

The wind from a distant land
that caressed the trees,
their shadows dancing
on the streets

I saw you there in broad shadows
when I marched amidst silence
I have lost my path
to the night that has fallen

But in your eternal flames, I stood
knowing that I’m still here
 2d
Bree
Chapters and What Are They?

1. Community Lab Centers are for the strong indeed.
2. English 101 has a recommendation to take English 100.
3. Take English 151. American Lit.
4. **** English 100.
5. Brit Lit and Chaucer thieves. People steal ideas.
6. Bible Lit isn’t Lit. It’s a Bible Study Class.
    a. Extra credit is actually fun.
Outside my window,
planted is a fiery red-
branched tree,
I watch on, it stands bold
and oh so elegantly.
I try to imagine if it were a woman
What would her appearance be —

Would she be in one of Dali’s paintings
‘Woman Aflame’?
Would she be ‘Demelza’ in Poldark’s series?
Or would she be a spirit woman
ablaze for all the world to see,
Your creation and Your infinite beauty?
 4d
Malcolm
Who asks for a lonely poet
when silence already reigns?
somewhere between all and nothing

If stillness of words speaks nothing,
is it emptiness,
or fullness unmeasured?

If fire in a word burns,
is it consuming,
or is it giving light
to blind hands reaching out?

If tender words break at dawn,
is it weakness,
or the strength of a heart
that refuses to harden?

When sharp words laugh,
who bows to their shadow?
Who fears the spark
that leaves only embers and ash?

Is the mind not always shaping patterns,
weaving palaces for the past,
threads for shadows of memory?

If the lotus blooms unseen,
does it wither,
or is its hidden fragrance
the true poem?

If the fig tree bears fruit in silence,
who reads,
and who is nourished by emptiness?

What vessel
can hold the wind?
What rhythm
can bind the unshaped word?

And if the word,
spoken or inked in gall,
neither commands nor obeys
does it not simply exist?

Is that not the poem
beyond poems?
16 August 2025
The life of Words
Copyright Malcolm Gladwin
 Aug 4
Lynn Stillman
Trees are sentinels.
Watching over all nature.
Giving birds a home.
 Aug 4
Carlo C Gomez
~
Two minutes of perseverance
two minutes of curiosity

Seeking out life
returning with ingenuity

It's all about surfaces and thresholds
and winter hemisphere

Each of us wants so badly
to be that next satellite

Or at least be allowed
to dream we're a small dark spot
moving across the Sun's face

~
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