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Web of Spindled Time: A Poetic Point of View
Web of Spindled Time: A Poetic Point of View
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WEB OF SPINDLED TIME

A Poetic Point of View

A...spiritual journey unspooled in free verse, short prose and original artwork...the image of spindled time perfectly captures the experience of encountering Hendersons cosmic tome...This rhythmic alternation of inward and outward focus is one of Hendersons persistent themes, introduced in the prologueLooking outward, at my world, / I observed the constant changes around me, / Peering inward, I analyzed / My own shifting feelingsand revisited frequently, most memorably in several examples of concrete poetry...Elsewhere, various narrators on numerous paths and journeys invariably learn how much they do not yet know. In Blakean fashion, Henderson strives to deconstruct the tension of man simultaneously seeing himself as the image of perfection and as a mere, and mortal, fool. Wisdom, he suggests, lies in unifying both visions, often via paradox. In The Flight of the Spirit, for instance, the narrator laments, I have searched for an escape. / But, death comes to all. / Escape then, is inevitable. / Life is short. After further contemplation, however, he instead concludes that chains are loosened by death. / The soul drifts into the freedom / Of eternity, / Forever has no end / If death is short / And life is everlasting. For all its lofty philosophical inquiries, Hendersons poetry is generally unadorned, marked by plain speech and the occasional simple rhyme scheme. Because the mystic nature of these revelations is likely to confound reason, the mind can be slow to believe...so reading in small doses may be the best approach.

Readers who see spiritual perfection as a journey, rather than a destination, will appreciate Henderson as a fellow traveler.

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Release dateMay 11, 2011
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Web of Spindled Time: A Poetic Point of View
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Tom Henderson

Tom Henderson, a native of Michigan, has worked as a news reporter for many years.  He has been a sportswriter for Detroit Free Press, a freelance writer for Detroit News, and a senior editor for a monthly business publication called Corporate Detroit. He currently covers finance and technology for a weekly business publication, Crain's Detroit Business. Henderson is the author of A Deadly Affair, Blood Justice, Darker Than Night, and Afraid of the Dark.

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    Web of Spindled Time - Tom Henderson

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    WEB OF SPINDLED TIME

    (A POETIC POINT OF VIEW)

    *

    This book is dedicated to:

    My wife, parents, siblings, and friends

    My two sons, daughter-in-law, and granddaughters

    *

    And to:

    *

    Ancestry, divergence, and progeny

    Fate, destiny, and expectations

    A link in that endless chain

    The future of man

    The seed

    *

    And to:

    *

    The awesome division of now

    The evolution of thought

    And that bright light

    Of

    Beyond

    *

    By

    Tom Henderson

    *

    Contents

    PROLOGUE

    SEASONS AND TIME

    CASTLES IN THE SAND

    I JUST WONDERED

    LITTLE BOY WORLD

    ANOTHER SUMMER PASSES

    SILENT BECKON

    ONE MOMENT

    TIME WILL TELL

    ECHOES OF REGRET

    I SIT HERE THINKING

    FLEETING THING

    PATHWAY OF PROGRESS

    SHORT SEASON

    RESPECT

    JUSTICE CRIES OUT (For Lessons Learned)

    PLASTIC FLOWERS

    HOW HIGH TO CLIMB

    A WORLD LIKE THIS

    GREAT ACCOMPLISHMENTS

    AS THE ROBIN SINGS

    THE EPITAPH

    MYTH OF MATURITY

    SUMMER THINGS

    PRECIOUS RECOGNITION

    TAKEN FOR GRANTED

    REMEMBER THE FLOWERS

    THE OWL

    PRISONER OF MY MIND

    THE WRINKLED OLD MAN

    FREEDOM AS IT TRAVELS

    GHOSTS THAT PLAY NO SONG

    BURY ME DEEP

    TRANQUIL WATERS

    REMEMBER IT ALL

    OF DAYS GONE BY

    TOUCH OF SUMMER

    WHISPER IN THE WIND

    WHISPER IN THE WIND

    ALONE

    A BITTERSWEET KNOWING

    LINGER IN MY WEAKNESS

    OUR RACE

    WE MUST AGREE

    A PART OF US

    YIELDING

    MY HEART CRIES OUT

    I WANT TO TRUST YOU

    THE OUTER EDGES

    FRIEND TO FRIEND

    ARGUMENTS END

    TRICKERY ABOUNDS

    THE BOND

    TOGETHER

    MY WISH

    OUR REFLECTIONS

    IN THE MORNING LIGHT

    I, YOUR FATHER

    A TOUCHING

    ONLY FOR YOU

    IN THE MIDST

    SHADOWS OF THE NIGHT

    LIKE THE WIND

    HOLD TIGHT

    TWO BECOME AS ONE

    INFINITY FLOWS

    AWAKENED AGAIN

    KNOWING YOU

    WRAPPED IN TENDERNESS

    THE WIND NEVER CEASES

    KNOWING…GROWING…LOVE

    FACIAL

    A COMMON REACTION

    THIS, I MUST

    THE BRIGHT SUNSHINE

    SENSING THE UNSEEN

    A THOUGHTFUL THOUGHT

    A MUTUAL RESPECT

    TO DO UNTO OTHERS

    MORE THOUGHTFUL THOUGHTS

    IF YOU ARE MY FRIEND

    EXPRESSIONS OF LOVE

    IN FRIENDSHIP

    REMEMBER ME

    SANCTUARY

    EVER LINKING WITH TIME

    MINDS’ TENDER EMBRACE

    * KARMIC THOUGHT *

    UNIVERSAL THREAD

    PERPETUAL MOTION

    A SONG IN TIME

    OF MYSELF

    REALLY SEE

    ORDER OF THOUGHT

    SIMPLY COMPLEX

    MY EXPRESSION

    I MUST FILL THE NEED

    OTHERS ARE AS I AM

    WHEN YOU READ

    WHERE A MIRACLE IS CAUGHT

    TO WHOM IT MAY CONCERN

    EVEN WHILE, SOMEWHERE

    A LOT TO SAY

    THINGS I FEEL

    THE BECKONING OF ONE’S SOUL

    I AM THE SAME

    WHERE THE OCEAN RUSHES TO THE SHORE

    RECOGNITION SHINES

    HOW MANY PEOPLE HAVE YOU BEEN

    ROAD TO NOWHERE

    SUCH A THING

    ALL FOR NOTHING

    LAST BREATH

    ONCE UPON A TIME

    WHEN SUNLIGHT BRINGS CREEPING, THE SHADOWS

    EVERY DAY OF MY LIFE

    SILENT HOURS OF AWARENESS

    SEPARATE FROM THE CROWD

    STAND BY THE WINDOW

    DRIFT WITH THE MOOD

    KILLING OF TIME

    IF I ONLY HAD WINGS

    OF MYSELF

    THE BREATH OF HOPE

    UNIVERSAL SCALE

    SELF-TRICKERY

    VISIONS OF GREATNESS

    CONSTANT

    INSIDE OUT

    RELATIVELY SPEAKING

    MANKIND, THE WORLD, AND ME

    GREAT, SILENT BIRD

    WHERE ILLUSIONS COME AND GO

    DESOLATE

    WHERE ILLUSIONS COME AND GO

    A MOMENT ENDS

    INSIGHT

    SIFT THROUGH YOUR FINGERS

    THE SEED

    DREAMER OF DREAMS

    OF MIND

    OF CURIOSITY

    LIFE’S TEACHERS

    THE DISTANT BECKON

    BRING ME TOGETHER

    THE MIRROR

    TIME SPENT

    NIGHT

    STAR OF EARTH

    PLACE CALLED NOW

    FLOWERS BLOOM BUT CANNOT TALK

    IMMORTAL NIGHT

    ENCLOSED IN FLESH AND BONE

    ALWAYS ME

    WHERE ILLUSIONS COME AND GO

    WEB OF SPINDLED TIME

    CONFRONT YOURSELF

    INDIFFERENCE

    ONE LITTLE BREEZE

    RIVER OF COMPROMISE

    ABSENT LIGHT IS TOTAL DARKNESS

    IDEAS

    GHOST OF EXPERIENCED THOUGHT

    ILL OF MIND

    UNCONDITIONAL

    ACCORDINGLY

    PAYING ATTENTION

    THE PUZZLE

    A SOLID THOUGHT

    MUTUALITY

    A DECEPTIVE OMISSION

    MONKEY SEE

    THE CONTINUUM

    SUCCESS

    A KIND OF HIERARCHY

    THE CRASH

    GIVEN AND TAKEN

    ANIMALS

    WHAT DID YOU SAY?

    RHYTHM OF CHANGE

    LIGHT IN THE SHADOWS

    THE WAY

    TO BE KNOWN

    REASON

    BALANCE THE SCALES

    SOUL IN YOUR QUEST

    BELIEVE

    THE EMPTY BAG

    WEB OF SPINDLED TIME

    THAT BALL KEEPS ROLLING

    A WARRIORS FAREWELL

    CHAMBERS OF THOUGHT

    THUNDER OF THE AGES

    LIKE CHILDREN

    QUEST

    THE CHOICE

    SOLEMN RESTITUTION

    PHANTOM INFINITY

    ABYSS OF REALITY

    REMNANTS

    PRESENCE

    SPACE IN TIME

    VIBRATIONS WITHIN

    ITSELF

    OBSERVATION

    DARE TO BE DIFFERENT

    AS THOUGH A MIRROR

    I KNOW

    ABANDONED

    CONSCIOUS VITALITY

    HUSH OF ENLIGHTENMENT

    WHAT WE ARE DOING

    THEATRE CALLED LIFE

    THE QUIETED THOUGHT

    SILENT AWARENESS

    OF LIKE VALUE

    EMPTY OF ANYTHING REAL

    DUST TO DUST

    A WARRIOR’S FAREWELL

    OF HEAVEN AND HELL

    MORNING GLORIES SHINE

    RING OF REALITY

    GOD IS

    THE WINGS OF HIS LOVE

    FOOTSTEPS OF THE LORD

    TOP OF THAT MOUNTAIN

    THE FLIGHT OF THE SPIRIT

    SOW YOUR SEEDS

    HARVEST OF OUR LIVES

    THE SCHEME OF THINGS

    WHEN THE WINDS OF DESTINY BLOW

    WHEREVER I AM GOING

    EARLY IN THE MORN

    WHEN PARADISE CALLS

    UPWARD CLIMB

    NONE SHALL BE FORBIDDEN

    TOUCH MY IMMORTAL SOUL

    THE JUST ARE FREE

    TOO BLIND TO SEE

    HE WALKS WITH THE WIND

    DAWN OF REFLECTION

    A God Conversation

    MAMA, WHY CAN’T YOU LIVE FOREVER

    MOUNTAINS AND HILLS

    FOR BELIEVING

    THE COOL ACTOR

    TRIVIAL SOUNDS

    MERRY CHRISTMAS

    A PASSING

    PRECIOUS ARE THESE

    OF OUR MOMENT

    EVERY GOOD ANIMAL KNOWS

    OPEN DISCUSSION

    SYSTEM OF JUSTICE

    TRINITY OF THE WISE

    NEGATIVE ACTION AND REACTION

    MORE RESPONSIBILITY

    SILENCE OF SOLITUDE

    I BECOME ONE

    TO A TEACHER

    PARAMEDIC

    THE GIRL WITH THE SILVER SMILE

    THE HUMAN EXPERIENCE

    OF MY PRESENCE

    HAPPENING

    HENDERSON OF THE HILL

    MY PART

    SNOWBALL EFFECT

    TOUCHED

    NOTHING TO LOSE

    OF LIFE, OF LOVE

    WHO KNOWS

    EXPECT TO LOVE

    SUM OF ME

    DARKNESS

    THEY SAY

    ALWAYS DECIDING

    PETTY PEERS

    STRINGS OF JUSTICE

    ONE MORE TIME

    DARKNESS TAKES THE DAY

    THINGS THAT GO WITH FRIENDSHIP

    A BREATH UPON THE HURRICANE

    SPIRITS IN THE NIGHT

    SOUL OF MY MIND

    A PLACE

    I STILL KNOW

    WHO IS WHO

    PIECES OF OUR PAST

    RAIN ON THE ROOF

    ACTING

    I HAVE A FEELING

    PATIENCE

    SPORT

    TIC TOC

    FLOATING THINGS

    WRONG PLACE

    REVOLUTION

    BROKEN MOOD

    A CURIOUS CHILD

    THINGS THAT CREEP

    SOUNDS OF SEASONS

    SPRING

    SUMMER

    AUTUMN

    WINTER

    LEARN TO IMAGINE

    I DOUBT IT

    KARMA OF GOD

    SUBDUED

    OF SHADOWS AND SEEDS

    FREED

    NOWHERE TO BE FOUND

    SHADES OF GRAY

    SECONDS POUNDING

    HOW IT ALL BEGAN

    A FAILING PROJECT

    ONLY A THOUGHT

    THE SOULLESS SLEEPERS

    THE CHURCH-BELL CHIMES

    A PERSONAL DECEPTION

    REST OF MY LIFE

    THE CORRUPTIBLE

    THE GREATEST TO THE SMALLEST

    EVEN AGAINST OUR WILL

    SILENT REVELATIONS

    HOW MANY ARE LEFT?

    GROWING SEASON

    PLACING SADNESS

    WHERE REASON DWELLS

    NOT SUBJECT TO IT

    TODAY, I HAVE FRIENDS

    SPECTRUM

    HERE AS MEN

    OH, SO BEAUTIFUL

    MEDITATION OF PRIVATE LIVES

    MUTUALITY OF RESPECT

    IT’S YOUR TURN

    THAT PLACE IN BETWEEN

    THE REALM OF THE UNKNOWN

    LET THERE BE LIGHT

    INSTINCT

    A MILLION SHADES OF GRAY

    THE TASTE OF AGED WINE

    A MATTER OF CHOICE

    ONE SIDED CONVERSATION

    COOL WIND’S SUBTLE BLOWING

    THAT OF REVEALING

    IF NOT I AM

    THE SUN WILL SHINE AGAIN

    SILENT, UNSEEN

    WE BECOME OUR EGOS

    THE LIGHTED STAR

    SILENT STRANGER

    WHEN YOU TOUCH ME

    A STRANGE WORLD

    WINGS OF BUTTERFLIES

    WORLDLY THINGS

    SKILL SCOPE

    A HAZARDOUS HAVEN

    DID YOU EVER HAVE A DAY

    WHAT WE THINK WE ARE

    THE VOICES OF GOSSIP

    ECHOED

    RECIPROCATED

    DEEDS OF YOUR PAST

    OF NO CONSEQUENCE

    SAFETY OF THE SHORE

    ABOUT CLOWNS

    THINGS NOT TAUGHT

    AS THEY ARE

    A CIRCLE HAS NO BEGINNING

    BABIES CRY ALL NIGHT

    AS LONESOME IS TO ME

    IF LOVE WAS MONEY

    DRIFTING APART

    WHERE DREAMS BEGIN

    NOT SO LONG, AFTER ALL

    AS FAR AS I CAN WALK

    HANG ON WITH HOPE

    TILL SPACE FALLS EMPTY

    WHERE I HAVE BEEN

    MOST EVERY WORD

    SEEDS OF LOVE

    HEART FULL OF YOU

    DARE YE TOUCH

    THE BOXER

    EVERYTHING GETS HAZY

    PORTRAIT

    THE COOL WATER FLOWS

    REACH FOR A STAR

    A FRIEND LIKE YOU

    GIVERS AND TAKERS

    IT REALLY HURTS

    I BECOME AGAIN

    SELF-PRESERVATION

    DEMON THINGS

    TILL YOU SLEEP

    EVER THE SAME

    PEACE ON EARTH

    CLING TO ME

    BEFORE IT IS OVER

    THE WEIGHT OF A MOUNTAIN

    IF ROACHES WERE

    WHEN DESTINY HAS ENDED

    EVER THE SAME

    THE WONDERER

    NEVER TOUCH AGAIN

    GOLDEN DREAMS

    TO EXALT THE TRUTH

    ALL FADES AWAY

    BATTLE CRY

    SO CLOSE

    SPECTER OF FEAR

    APPLICATION OF WISDOM

    THE WEIGHT OF INDECISION

    PORTRAIT OF EQUALITY

    VAST SHORELINE

    OPEN INVITATION

    TO MEASURE A MAN

    MAGICAL MUSE

    SOMEWHERE

    JUST JUDGES

    A MILLION MILES AWAY

    BALLAD OF YOUTH

    WARRIOR’S STANCE

    THOUGHTS HAVE WINGS

    FAREWELL

    THE LAST GOODBYE

    DISILLUSIONED

    NEON HALOS

    NOT NECESSARILY

    THE TRAP

    RESPECT IS GIVEN

    WAKE UP

    IN HONESTY

    All THE SHELTERS

    SILENT LONG ENOUGH

    IN THE BEGINNING

    PREJUDICED

    FORMALITIES

    THE FIRST OF MANY

    KEEPER OF THE ROOTS

    WHETHER OR NOT

    SELF-CENTERED

    MYSTERIOUS, AS YOU AND ME

    THE THINGS THAT ARE

    THINGS THAT ARE DIFFERENT

    SIDEWALK ANGEL

    BECAUSE YOU HAVE LIVED

    THE SILENCE OF NIGHT

    ONE COMMON CAUSE

    SEEKING EVER

    SOMETHING TO BELIEVE IN

    I BEG TO BORROW

    YOUR PRETTY SMILE

    MAY I INTRODUCE MYSELF

    NO DENYING ITS DEPTH

    IF IT NEVER RAINED

    THEY ALL HAVE THEIR DREAMS

    WAIT AND SEE

    IF ANYONE WOULD LISTEN

    ON WITH THE BATTLE

    A MAZE OF WRONG DIRECTIONS

    NEVER LEAN TOO HEAVY

    GIVEN TIME AND SPACE

    MAKING LOVE WITH YOU

    WISDOM CAN BE

    NOTHING TO ADJUST TO

    AS LOVE BURNS

    NONE-THE-LESS

    MARS PROBE

    THE EARS OF THE FOOLISH

    FOLLOW THE LEADER

    THE THINKING KIND

    I MUST PLAY MY ROLE

    ALL THINGS ARE

    MAYBE, I’LL REMEMBER LATER

    WHERE WISDOM REIGNS SUPREME

    THINGS THAT MIGHT BE

    DISILLUSIONED

    CHERISH THE HOURS

    SUBCONSCIOUS LAW AND ORDER

    THE COMA

    OF PRE-DESTINY

    DIMLY

    I’M OLD ENOUGH NOW

    THOUGHT UNATTENDED

    PATTERNS

    YOU CAN’T HAVE IT ALL

    A LOGICAL CONCLUSION

    SIMPLE IS AGAIN

    SOMEWHERE DOWN THE LINE

    INDELIBLE MARKS

    THAT IMAGINARY SCENARIO

    THE BUSH-MAN IS GONE

    TO SELF IN THE STREAM

    MUCH BENEFICIAL

    RULE BOOKS

    EXCURSIONS INTO MIND

    THE MASTER OF HEALINGS

    CONSOLED AND IMPERFECT

    FLOATING PEOPLE

    PRELUDES TO REALITIES

    SOMEWHAT CONTROLLED BY FATE

    COUNTER THE STREAM

    RELATIVITY

    WASHED ABOUT

    TWO MORE DESCRIPTIONS

    LINES TO CROSS

    TOWARD EITHER END

    WHERE WE PLACE OUR ATTENTIONS

    THE NIGHT GIVES WAY TO MORNING

    I TELL THIS STORY

    MOURNING ENCLOSES MY SCHEMES

    CHERISH THE HOURS

    INDIVIDUALITY

    WITH ALL THINGS

    THE SOUND OF CONSCIENCE

    WHETHER WE ARE OR NOT

    LIKE SHOOTING ARROWS

    SOPHISTICATED LANGUAGES

    ARCS IN CIRCLES

    TO THE STILL

    FASTER THAN THE LIGHT

    I HIT THE SNOOZE

    MOCKINGLY PRUDENT

    GLOBAL WARMING

    SPINNING WHEEL

    SWEET STALKING SPIRIT

    POETIC FLASHBACK

    THE POTION

    WARM AS LOVE

    CHASE YOUR BLUES AWAY

    A GARDEN IN THE SPRING

    THE PASSING

    To The Unknown Poet

    THIS COMMON DREAM

    A UNIQUE STRENGTH

    KARMA

    FRIENDSHIP

    THE BUSTED BALLOON

    THAT SICK PART OF CONCERN

    TRANSFORMATION

    WITH NO CONCERN

    MORE TO SAY

    UPON A DOUBTFUL PATH

    THE CLOCK GOES TICK-TOCK

    THAT SIXTH SENSE

    IN MIND

    BIBLES AND GUNS AND CONSTITUTIONS

    INTO THE SETTING SUN

    ON THE EDGE OF BOOM

    NEVER FORGET

    THE WAY THIS WORD GAME GOES

    THE MENTAL GARDENER

    POLITICS IS EVERYWHERE

    THE NEXT ONE

    BREAKING THROUGH THAT BARRIER

    THEY JUST GOT AWAY

    HOW FAR MY THINKING MIGHT GO

    RESOLVED STATE OF MIND

    TAG, YOU ARE IT

    OUR SORDID PASTS

    THE MONSTER GREED

    THAT IS OK WITH ME

    QUITE DELIGHTFULLY SURPRISED

    THE MORE WE ARE INTO SELF

    THE WHOLE PROCESS

    HOW WE COME TO KNOW EACH OTHER

    WE CAN ALWAYS CHANGE OUR MINDS

    AT LEAST, MY WORDS ARE COOL

    SHINING EXPECTATIONS

    UNEXPECTED PLACES

    THAT FICKLE CONSTANT

    A MORALLY DEFINING MOMENT

    MY INTENTIONS

    Gaze in awe

    THE CULTURE WARS OF 2009

    THAT CANDLELIGHT KEEPS DANCING

    WHAT I SEE

    A GRANDDADDY SHORT-LEGS PRESCRIPTIONFOR DAILY LIVING

    LAUGH EVERY DAY (A Tommot Fable)

    WHAT I SEE

    A DIFFERENT POINT OF VIEW (A Tommot Fable)

    LITTLE ACTORS YOU MUST DECIDE

    TO HUFF OR PUFF OR NOT (A Tommot Fable)

    HOPE

    CHOICES

    UPLOADED (A Tommot Fable)

    A HAPPIER MOOD

    COME TO STAY (A Tommot Fable)

    INTO MY BED

    HERE TO STAY (A Tommot Fable)

    THE MASTERATS

    BECAUSE WE COULD

    LITTLE GIRL DREAMS

    THE BEST OF THE BAD

    IF YOU TRULY CARE (A Tommot Fable)

    A CAPTIVE AUDIENCE

    HOW YOU HOLD YOUR OPINIONS

    EVEN MORE TO SAY

    THE SEDUCTION

    EVEN MORE TO SAY

    RAINBOWS, PROMISE, AND CHEERS

    MAYBE, I JUST DON’T WANT TO BE STILL

    AFTER ALL IS SAID AND DONE

    SOMEBODY TO BE

    WHO THEN?

    THE LAMENT PROCESSION

    ABNORMAL BOXES

    OUR TIME TO SPEAK

    IF YOU LOOK CLOSELY

    JEEZ, US…IT FREES US

    THE HERO INSIDE ME

    I SAY TO CONGRESS

    RISING OF THE QUIET OBSERVER

    DOMINOS FALL

    I’M TAKING IT QUITE PERSONAL

    SPACE IN TIME

    HUBRIS AND THE SPAWN OF SHALLOW WEEDS

    PROLOGUE

    (UNTIL THEN)

    From childhood forth,

    With attention fixed firmly in the present,

    Ever wondering about the past and the future,

    I looked on.

    I was a solemn observer of life.

    As I neared high school graduation,

    In my mid to late teens,

    I was becoming more philosophical.

    Searching for my voice,

    The silence inside me was beckoning.

    I was driven to contemplate and to

    Write about my experiences.

    It became a notable part of my being.

    Looking outward, at my world,

    I observed the constant changes around me.

    Peering inward, I analyzed

    My own shifting feelings

    Even, as I was seeking inspiration.

    I drew strength from the reservoir of wisdom

    That dwelled within my inner sanctum.

    I experienced life, deeply, from

    My own perspective…

    I recognized at a very tender age

    That my obsessive awareness

    Of self, seemed to

    Set me apart from most of my peers.

    I encountered a number

    Of life’s trivial distractions

    And I reaped its greatest rewards.

    I was flooded with vivid impressions

    That touched my heart and soul.

    My mind was opened and I was moved.

    Then, unexpectedly,

    At some hidden crossroad,

    Humility brushed my ego.

    I was filled with respect

    For the spirits of the past,

    Their sacrifices and advancements

    To human thought was provoking.

    This connection I felt to posterity made me

    Wish to share my own insights and visions.

    And I scattered seeds of

    Wonder in the minds of many along my way.

    Even in my early teens,

    I had been deeply impressed

    By the cycle of life and death

    And, of course, I recognized my own mortality.

    Thus, I confronted

    My modestly arrogant tendencies daily,

    These self confrontations allowed me to

    Empathize with and find compassion for others.

    Indeed, I saw myself, merely,

    As one more insignificant link,

    In that unbelievably long chain of humanity.

    Still, I was driven by an insatiable hunger for knowledge.

    And I was awed by the thought

    Of countless seekers gone before me,

    Their immeasurable attempts

    To comprehend humankind,

    In order to, discern their place in the cosmos.

    Yes, that feeling of importance,

    Which I had nurtured for so many years,

    Diminished, and

    My overinflated ego burst like a bubble.

    I admired the collective multitudes,

    The scores of different societies and cultures

    That had populated

    The earth from the beginning,

    I could only feel gratitude for the sheer volume

    And the great collection of cultures

    That had spawned artists and writers.

    And it had colored the visions of thinkers.

    A myriad of thinkers had put forward

    Their beliefs, notions, and ideals,

    Recording their efforts in unknown numbers,

    They hoped to advance the causes of humanity.

    Those recurring exhibitions,

    Those emerging dreams, insights,

    And imaginations profoundly

    Revolutionized the conventional

    Thinking of the times…

    Remarkably, the long ago cavemen

    Invented the wheel,

    Harnessed fire, formed groups and tribes,

    And they began the unstoppable march of progress.

    Human manipulation of the material world,

    Like magic, freed us

    From remaining trapped

    By our basic instincts and animal drives.

    However, we may have been corrupted as

    We attempted to satisfy our wants and desires.

    For, a touch of greed and selfishness

    Thrust so many toward personal benefit and gain.

    Empathy, compassion, and mercy,

    They may have dampened

    A few of our burning desires

    Still, by its very nature,

    Individuality tends to over-inflate the ego.

    Narcissistic fantasies

    And shortsighted visions

    Were often sanctioned by

    Vain and egotistical souls,

    Many pompous and selfish dreams

    Were realized but,

    They came at the degradation

    And expense of the masses.

    Nevertheless, the dreamers and such,

    They kept looking

    In the direction of humanity’s better angels and

    They strove to move toward

    A more righteous community,

    One, that was more godly—a just society.

    Indeed, mankind has, persistently,

    Stumbled down that path, attempting to find him self,

    To merge his heart, mind, and spirit together.

    Outside this spiritual context, life went on.

    Man took his place at the top of the food chain.

    He dominated all creatures on his planet.

    The survival and propagation of the human race

    Was compelling,

    It moved the ancient alchemist’s experimentation.

    Humans made discovery after discovery.

    Plants and herbs provided early medical treatments.

    Metals, woods, and the elements,

    All became tools of inventors.

    Cultures grew, the earth turned,

    And all was set in motion.

    Wars raged, dreams became realities,

    Progress moved in all directions

    And the unrelenting eons passed…

    Still, the artists, the poets, and the thinkers

    Continued to paint their pictures,

    Espouse their tales,

    And mold the minds of their followers.

    They generated vast and endless

    Arrays of folklore and legends and

    They told stories which struggled to

    Describe the depths and the limits of our world.

    They characterized the intricacies

    And the pandemonium

    That made up the complexities

    Of the human condition,

    An incalculable number of religious and

    Historical accounts were recorded

    Along with mythical epics and sagas and

    They continued to be passed onto their descendants.

    Many emerged into sacred and authoritative doctrines.

    They became rules and ethics guiding our laws.

    They often suggested paths for us to follow

    In the hopes, that we might reach our destinies.

    The knowledge, wisdom, and imagination

    Dwelling within those earnest words

    Were preserved, shared,

    And built upon…

    Motivating and influential,

    They impacted the paths of individuals.

    They directed the courses of great societies.

    And we, mankind,

    Evolved in our thinking, we grew.

    We tried to integrate our survival instincts

    With our emotions and our powers of reasoning,

    We reconciled each,

    With our sense of good and bad,

    Even with our beliefs in right and wrong.

    We cultivated our empathies.

    We attempted to subdue

    Our egotistical relationships

    With ourselves, with society,

    Even with life and death.

    We, somewhat, tamed our animal drives.

    We continued our existence,

    We walked on the moon,

    And still,

    We keep looking toward the stars.

    Such a sharing of knowledge,

    Feelings and insights

    Still drips off the brushes of artists,

    Still reverberates from the words of poets,

    And still generates

    New ideas in the minds of thinkers…

    Depictions and narratives

    From the present are, relentlessly,

    Being painted into portraits,

    Written into stories,

    And perpetuated toward tomorrow,

    They encompass every human characteristic,

    Every understanding,

    Belief and imaginary scenario

    Fathomable to man and woman,

    All of which may inspire, enlighten,

    Even frighten those who follow.

    These notions or insights will help to shape

    And direct the thinking of generations to come.

    Reaching down,

    They will touch solitary thoughts and

    Motivate the actions of individual souls.

    Personal idiosyncrasies, as well as great societies,

    Will continue to evolve until some unforeseen,

    Or possibly predicted,

    Cataclysmic event causes destruction

    Or devolution to occur,

    Until then,

    I salute…

    *

    In keeping,

    I offer the following poetic points of view,

    As seen through the eyes of another

    Setting soul…

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    SEASONS AND TIME

    By Tom Henderson

    This book is dedicated to:

    How swift things change,

    How vital it is to know,

    Suspended as we are,

    Between

    Here and there,

    Now and then,

    It is

    Summer

    And

    I am

    But,

    Winter

    Is

    *

    C

    O

    M

    I

    N

    G

    *

    To days gone by*

    *

    SEASONS AND TIME

    In This Book:

    CASTLES IN THE SAND

    I JUST WONDERED

    LITTLE BOY WORLD

    ANOTHER SUMMER PASSES

    SILENT BECKON

    ONE MOMENT

    TIME WILL TELL

    ECHOES OF REGRET

    I SIT HERE THINKING

    FLEETING THING

    PATHWAY OF PROGRESS

    SHORT SEASON

    RESPECT

    JUSTICE CRIES OUT (For Lessons Learned)

    PLASTIC FLOWERS

    HOW HIGH TO CLIMB

    A WORLD LIKE THIS

    GREAT ACCOMPLISHMENTS

    AS THE ROBIN SINGS

    THE EPITAPH

    MYTH OF MATURITY

    SUMMER THINGS

    PRECIOUS RECOGNITION

    TAKEN FOR GRANTED

    REMEMBER THE FLOWERS

    THE OWL

    PRISONER OF MY MIND

    THE WRINKLED OLD MAN

    FREEDOM AS IT TRAVELS

    GHOSTS THAT PLAY NO SONG

    BURY ME DEEP

    TRANQUIL WATERS

    REMEMBER IT ALL

    OF DAYS GONE BY

    TOUCH OF SUMMER

    CASTLES IN THE SAND

    I stroll beside

    The rising tide

    That rushes swiftly to the shore

    Where I ran wild

    As a child

    And built castles, in the, sand.

    Things are different

    Than they were when, I was young.

    I walk into the starry night

    And think of things I’ve done.

    I still remember

    Before, I became a man.

    I still remember

    Those castles, in the, sand.

    *

    I JUST WONDERED

    As I dwell upon connections,

    I look upon reflections

    And I wonder

    Why I am,

    What

    I

    Am…

    *

    Why wasn’t I

    Lightning in a storm,

    A river or a stream,

    Or a particle of dust

    Riding on a moonbeam?

    I could have been anything.

    Instead, I am me.

    I walk, I talk,

    And I think constantly.

    But, please don’t take me wrong.

    I was only singing my song.

    And as I sang,

    I pondered.

    Of how unlike the oceans,

    I can feel my emotions.

    So, I guess I am happy.

    I just wondered.

    *

    LITTLE BOY WORLD

    When I was a child,

    I thought so many things

    Were different than they were

    And I was happy then.

    But, like a firefly in a field,

    A flash…

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    Wishing well fountains

    And strawberry mountains,

    Struts a youth so bold,

    Down sidewalks of gold,

    We have our fun in the summer sun

    And every day we grow older.

    Seasons come and go. We leave footprints in the snow

    And the winters turn us colder.

    And like all fairy tale fools with their Mother Goose rules,

    One day I discovered

    That it was different this spring, I’d had my fling

    As a paper heart lover,

    Time goes on, the world turns,

    And another, heartache is hurled.

    Little Miss Muffet can take it and stuff it because,

    God didn’t make a little boy world.

    *

    ANOTHER SUMMER PASSES

    It matters not, how brief

    My span of youth belief,

    Time cruelly reveals

    The corroding of ideals,

    Growing up was a kind of death

    And a part of me has died.

    Maturity was a hollow thing,

    Leaving, me, empty inside.

    Elusively, I grasped

    At things that could not last,

    The light of memory flashes

    And another summer passes.

    Shifting values, fleeting thoughts,

    Time, awaits, not many things.

    But, it was different not long ago,

    When, I was young and full of dreams.

    But, you can’t hold

    What you can’t touch.

    Now, I’m older

    And I’m wiser.

    *

    SILENT BECKON

    This time we recognize as present

    Will, mingle with the past.

    As it marches ever onward,

    Toward the future,

    Every moment,

    Every day,

    Every action,

    Every way,

    Tomorrow’s distant calling,

    Its silent beckon,

    Reaches out and clutches onto today.

    And yesterday

    Could, be, a million miles away.

    *

    ONE MOMENT

    Instead of killing time

    Just know,

    When left alone,

    Time will

    Commit suicide

    One moment

    At a time

    *

    TIME WILL TELL

    Shadows veil,

    Midnight casts its magic spell.

    Revealing secrets

    That only time will tell.

    As twilight invades my privacy

    I arouse from intimacy.

    The mighty sun beckons my thoughts.

    And morning knows my memory.

    My past has made me,*ME*.

    I was…I am…I know…so well.

    But, what I will be,

    Only time will tell.

    *

    ECHOES OF REGRET

    I fly upon the wings

    Of the memories of my mind

    As I am confined

    To thoughts of faded dreams,

    Blinding, are the lights

    Which, shine throughout, the world.

    And silhouette the shame

    In, life’s sordid, schemes.

    I call upon the visions

    Of my shortened childhood

    As I lay longing

    For a strength in my aptitude,

    I hear the voice of silence

    As it screams against the walls,

    Leaving echoes of regret

    In my solitude

    *

    I SIT HERE THINKING

    Like a ship without a sail

    Drifting

    Aimlessly

    About,

    We must go where the

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