The Sunday Whirl – Quatrain – January 31, 2016


Walk alone with no following
Along the thin red line of life
Seek ancient rites of hallowing
Relieve this universal strife.

Cross the tight rope before it falls,
With a flair (look you to the right) –
Seek the signs hear the mighty calls
On the bridge which rose in the night.

And when the moment is mature,
Recite the spells and drink the brew
(Though the rites seem to you obscure)
Don’t hesitate – and now adieu!

© G.s.k. ‘16




5 thoughts on “The Sunday Whirl – Quatrain – January 31, 2016

  1. I got carried away in this certain march – whatever path we choose it is ours I suppose and our footfalls must be purposeful and sure – which doesn’t exclude sometimes slipping but essentially perhaps there is no right or wrong?

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    • In the relativity of a universe as vast and varied as our own … who can tell what is right and what is wrong … flowing down a steep hillside is the flood right or wrong – the lava that relieves a volcano, is it in the wrong. In one culture marriage is a social imperative in another a choice. We are in the wrong I suppose when we are no longer capable of living without destroying ourselves and all that is around us … but only because we can no long survive … the ultimate scales that weigh the difference between right and wrong is perhaps far beyond moral considerations – which are essentially human constructs.


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