Seeking of lotus
A position elusive
To the stiff novice
.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Seeking of lotus
A position elusive
To the stiff novice
.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
I’ve tripped and fallen,
Arose battered, cut and bruised
Yet I’m undeterred.
Life is not always painless
Nor always terribly kind.
Instinct says to run,
To hide from that which injures
Becoming recluse.
I refuse to run or to hide,
Cowering in human fear;
Preferring instead
To face my future head on
Whatever may come.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Look all around you
Tell me what is it you see
In strangers faces
Struggle, pain, suffering, love
Perhaps a mirror image
.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Flowers erupt from ancient granite
Butterflies float effortlessly as if on a cloud
Hummingbirds drink of sweet sweet nectar
Caring not if of hand or nature’s bloom
How odd in this hellish landscape
The thriving and blossoming of such beauty
Living harmonious amongst rattler and scorpion
Such contradictions, these unlikely bedfellows
Each with their own Divine purpose
Who are we to question this perfection
Perhaps this is the model for man to live by
A lesson that has been before us for eternity
But we were too blind or too arrogant to see
.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
I am not a wise man,
Questions–I have so many,
A seeker am I.
No–this is not a complaint.
My path is profoundly worn,
Worn by ancestors
All belonging to my tribe,
My brother humans.
Neither the first nor the last;
Others will travel this road
Leaving blood and sweat
As markers of their journey…
Of this I am sure.
I take solace in this fact
That I’ve not ventured alone.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
The greatest wisdom
Is not found in our speaking
But in our silence
Listen to your inner voice
And you may just learn the truth
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Coptic Christians killed
No God would sanction murder
In his Holy name
Call them just what they are…thugs
Taking Allah’s Name in vain
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Perfection in pain
Part of this life of learning
Unavoidable
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
The spark extinguished,
There is no kindling to reignite the flame.
Light as air, the ash is blown to the four winds
Until nary a trace can be found.
What proof is there that it ever really existed
That it belonged to this dimension.
Attempts to congeal fail
As the miniscule journey ever farther afield.
Their mark on this world, nil in the eyes of many,
Insignificant and unimportant,
This would be wrongly assumed.
We would not know this place without them,
So intertwined is all matter
That without the most minute speck
Life would be forever altered from this reality.
There is nothing insignificant or unimportant,
From the lowly ash and graceful dragonfly
To the mighty elephant and the whole of mankind,
Everything visible and invisible is the perfect creation…
Under Heaven.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
I’ve been called foolish
Unconventional, dreamer
Happiness abounds
Maybe that is my secret
To living a joy filled life
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~