Category Archives: Musings

Divinity’s Muse

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Divinity’s Muse

I feel a divine energy emanating from a source outside the dimensions we understand, from a completely non-anthropomorphic but all-encompassing, all-inclusive source, but one that while omnipresent is neither omniscient nor omnibenevolent, a source that despite its domains of infinity and the part of eternity that’s already evolved, is itself growing, evolving, learning through trial and error, through us and for us. A vulnerable source but in its utter neutrality and passivity, ignorant of the concept of insecurity, other than as expressed by us and by our brethren among the universes that make up the multiverse.

I hear echoes and wonder whether, as the Hindu believe, divinity is at once singular and infinite. It would make a great deal of sense; and then I ask myself whether or not, as logic would lead one to conclude, there aren’t a number of sentient links between us.

Or, as my sons believe, are such echoes merely vacuous hopes, not even shadows, but just wishful aspirations, inspired by the doppelgänger of a divine muse some of us long to hear?
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© Guillermo Calvo Mahé; Manizales, 2013; all rights reserved

Twilight

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Twilight

Twilight, a magic nook,

…, well, two really;

well OK, … many but two each day;

that special period that divides night and day and day and night and sometimes makes me feel that anything is possible; reminds me of the divide between primordial chaos and order imposed by who knows what or why (though many claim to have absolute knowledge of both): twilight, perhaps a space between the living and those beyond, a twice daily hint of Halloween.

Why is it we associate twilight with endings and not beginnings? Isn’t it both? The harbinger of both dawn and dusk?

I wonder if twilight and dusk are lovers and how they feel about dawn?

Twilight, a magic nook…

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© Guillermo Calvo Mahé; Manizales, 2013; all rights reserved

The Scent of a Woman I Once Loved

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The Scent of a Woman I Once Loved

“Acrid: Unpleasantly sharp, pungent, or bitter to the taste or smell. Caustic in language or tone.”

I once told her that her scent was ineffably sweet with a trace of almonds and just a hint, a trace, an echo; perhaps the merest shadow of something acrid, the merest drop in the deepest sea yet still a foreboding, seemingly something I’d once sensed. She wasn’t thrilled by my description, although she didn’t really know what acrid meant.

Perhaps pungent would have been a better choice, or was my choice of words a premonition of bitter choices yet to come.

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© Guillermo Calvo Mahé; Manizales, 2013; all rights reserved

Yesterday’s Yield: a haiku of sorts in e flat minor

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Yesterday’s Yield: a haiku of sorts in e flat minor

I woke before the dawn, surprisingly refreshed and in a good mood after a tumultuous Monday.  I dislike conflict and stress but they’ve been with me as constant companions, if not exactly friends, and as often as not they’ve proved surprisingly productive.

I wonder what fruits yesterday will yield?

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© Guillermo Calvo Mahé; Manizales, 2013; all rights reserved