The Portal

(NASA)


To hold the keys to the kingdom in our hand

Is to doubt one’s very senses,

But it’s real enough

The view through the door, or the portal

Call it what you will

It’s very beautiful, but are you sure you want to go out there?

Beauty often hides danger,

And this is a dangerous pursuit.

To stand here is to confront two choices

We can stick our tail back between our legs

Pack up our things and go home.

Or; we can go out there and see what is real.

And I have this funny feeling that once we do that—

To achieve the culmination of all of our hopes and our dreams,

To live up to our fullest potential, thieves and charlatans that we are—

Is to discover that there is no going back.

Arbres. Artiste Inconnu.

Détail. Aquarelle sur l'enveloppe # 10. Artiste inconnu. (Sérieusement). Collection de l'éditeur.

Detail. Watercolour on #10 envelope. Artist unknown. (Seriously.) Collection the publisher.

Tree.

New Poem: Saved by Death

c2011Shalako


I used to pray for Death

But then I feared to live

To live in fear is not to live at all

And I was living so very, very badly

To be confronted by Death is a very liberating experience

Maybe that is what saved me.

I was saved by Death.

New Poem: Savour

by Louis Bertrand Shalako

c2011

All Rights Reserved


Savour the good things in life

You are what you do

Time passes inexorably


Assaporate le buone cose della vita

L'arte è chi siete

Il tempo passa inesorablmente