Author: TF

“The agony of breaking through personal limitations is the agony of spiritual growth. Art, literature, myth & cult, philosophy, and ascetic disciplines are instruments to help the individual past his limiting horizons into spheres of ever-expanding realisation.”

– Joseph Campbell

The Relationship

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In the beginning all he could see was beauty,
Pure prodigy,
Conflict wasn’t a part of his consciousness yet.
Play was all he sought and smiles all he received,
But with age came awareness,
Of pain endured prior to his presence.
Ongoing wars.
He gazed into eyes of anguish, which previously portrayed love,
Longing for adoration, lost and left behind,
He explored her landscape and emotions,
Searching for understanding,
Wondering whether withdrawal was the way,
Or just weakness of his will.
With perception came possibility,
Could he heal the hurt?
Some had tried but few had succeeded,
When they did it seemed temporary,
And they perished for their presumptions of peace.
Responsibility revealed further fissures,
He realized his own past was tainted too,
Her past was his past.
A broken soul amongst broken souls,
Surrounded by suffering,
Recurring rituals.
The tragedy of time,
The terror of eternity,
In facing this he found firmament.
And she welcomed him once again with open arms.



	


	





	

		
		
The Man in the Glass by Peter Dale Wimbrow Sr
	


	
	
	

		
When you get what you want in your struggle for self,


And the world makes you king for a day,


Just go to the mirror and look at yourself,


And see what the man has to say.


 


For it isn’t your father, or mother, or wife,


Whose judgement upon you must pass,


The fellow whose verdict counts most in your life,


Is the one staring back from the glass.


 


He’s the fellow to please – never mind all the rest,


For he’s with you clear to the end,


And you’ve passed your most difficult, dangerous test,


If the man in the glass is your friend.


 


You may fool the whole world down the pathway of years,


And get pats on the back as you pass,


But your final reward will be heartache and tears,


If you’ve cheated the man in the glass.


 


– Peter Dale Wimbrow Sr


 

	


	







	

		
			


	
	
	

		
” ‘I believe’ he once said, ‘that a flower petal or a little worm on the path conveys much more than all the books of the entire library. With letters and words one can’t convey anything… “


– Goldmund, from ‘Narcissus & Goldmund’ by Herman Hesse