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"Self-portrait on a happy and creative occasion"
© 2016 David Prashker
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To have been born in a land of scorching summers
where trees catch fire by spontaneous combustion
and earth expends its life-juices
in the fulfilment of a drought
To have been born in a land of earthquakes
childhood bred amid the fear and wonder
of that raging bull
who drives his horns in claustrophobic anger
through the underbelly of the earth
ramming it
assailing it
shivering in his wrath
To have been born among high mountains
to sense in one’s blood the rise and fall
the lofty heights and awesome depths
the fury of the flaming ice
to aspire to climbing
and
climbing
to scale beyond the vertigo of falling
To have been born beside the sea
to hear one’s own life
ebbing-flowing in the current
as quick as love or blood
To have been born in a land of avalanche or monsoon
of volcano or scorching desert
to witness the energies of life and death
pressed to their limits
tearing one’s soul into full awakeneness
granting one the most intimate knowledge
of the divine
the most immediate experience
of the unknown
But alas -
I was born in a city of stone
on a cold flat marsh
beneath a dull high moor
with scenery lush but undramatic
where trees catch fire by spontaneous combustion
and earth expends its life-juices
in the fulfilment of a drought
To have been born in a land of earthquakes
childhood bred amid the fear and wonder
of that raging bull
who drives his horns in claustrophobic anger
through the underbelly of the earth
ramming it
assailing it
shivering in his wrath
To have been born among high mountains
to sense in one’s blood the rise and fall
the lofty heights and awesome depths
the fury of the flaming ice
to aspire to climbing
and
climbing
to scale beyond the vertigo of falling
To have been born beside the sea
to hear one’s own life
ebbing-flowing in the current
as quick as love or blood
To have been born in a land of avalanche or monsoon
of volcano or scorching desert
to witness the energies of life and death
pressed to their limits
tearing one’s soul into full awakeneness
granting one the most intimate knowledge
of the divine
the most immediate experience
of the unknown
But alas -
I was born in a city of stone
on a cold flat marsh
beneath a dull high moor
with scenery lush but undramatic
upon such still and quiet earth
the climate moderate
the landscape of my life eked out of
pastoral field and elegiac elm...
the climate moderate
the landscape of my life eked out of
pastoral field and elegiac elm...
what choice then did I have
but to seek God
and to create God
in my imagination?
You can find David Prashker at:
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http://davidprashker.com/
http://davidprashker.net/
https://www.facebook.com/TheArgamanPress
http://davidprashkersprivatecollection.blogspot.com
http://davidprashkerssongsandpoems.blogspot.com
http://davidprashkersartgallery.blogspot.com
http://davidprashkersworldhourglass.blogspot.co.uk/
http://davidprashkersbookofdays.blogspot.co.uk/
http://thebiblenet.blogspot.co.uk/
but to seek God
and to create God
in my imagination?
You can find David Prashker at:
http://theargamanpress.com/
http://davidprashker.com/
http://davidprashker.net/
https://www.facebook.com/TheArgamanPress
http://davidprashkersprivatecollection.blogspot.com
http://davidprashkerssongsandpoems.blogspot.com
http://davidprashkersartgallery.blogspot.com
http://davidprashkersworldhourglass.blogspot.co.uk/
http://davidprashkersbookofdays.blogspot.co.uk/
http://thebiblenet.blogspot.co.uk/
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The Argaman Press
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