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Sonnet 6: Happy Mother’s Day

Love sanctifies acts of forgiveness,
Flourishes in the presence of respect,
Creates miracles of natal quickness:
Credits to a mother’s bearing aspect.
Mother’s birth their babies and vice versa—
Both conceived in love, by love, to be loved:
Acts of Love in the main to minutia
Assures that her love’s labor’s gains are proved.
A mother’s legacy from rearing hers
Rests in the begetting of their success:
God’s gift of grandchildren when it occurs
Crowns her blessings with glorified address.
A mother’s children are the dividends
Of her husband’s love that ever attends.

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Sonnet 5: A Toast to a Model Son

Charmed indeed by your sirenic mother—
We blended-four joined in matrimony:
Gained you, my wife’s son-cum-daughter’s brother—
In due course a brace blessed our family.
Our huddled mass scored a home by rite:
Raised a bustling ménage, all in good cheer.
Ye modern valedictorian wright—
Graduated a lettered engineer:
Proud of you, most honorable of gents!
Pending nuptials I gift my précis on Love:
Philia-cum-Eros ere Pragma dents;
Agápe-cum-Storge—sign of the Dove.
A toast and my love for a model son—
Shared with your sweet wife hence two become one.

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Sonnet 2: Love Redux

Bedeviled as ‘belled cats’ to suffer toils,
Hazards and costs on the cuff. You and I,
Born fettered to Man’s original coils;
Withered and waned whilst our love turned awry.
Outmatched, yet we won laudable titles.
To sustain the loft we grasped the nettle—
Our pride pierced to the quick of our vitals:
Chagrined with debts penniless to settle.
Frantic to resolve lest we turn the tide,
Else castaways marooned on the Altar
Of Mammon. To the abyss fell our pride—
Bankrupting dreams, O reckless defaulter!
Ere the ground breaks us we’ll prosper anew,
Withal, we’ll break grounds à la love redux!

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Sonnet 1: Conquer the Dragon

Our nuptial vows did fatally succumb
To the dragons’ fires. Though our grave feathers
Came to ashes, in phoenix we shall plumb
The depths of chaos for hoarded treasures.
Fatally stamped with the fall ere our climbs—
Chancing Dante’s Inferno, hell’s bedlam:
We conquered ourselves in new paradigms
That bent our souls to enlightened wisdom.
Fast broken-on-the-cross laid our shadows—
Taken up reborn…being qua being:
By faith and reason the word is logos—
Suffering: fountainhead of all meaning.
Dragons subdued by the sword of glory,
Vouchsafes our gilded quest in story.

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Appreciation for Sacrifice

It was love at first sight when my wife and I met some 20 years ago.  To bring the point home, on our first date I promised I would write and dedicate a book to her that would describe the entirety of my singular love for her, my eternal soul-mate.  She eagerly absorbed every word that I said, because the words were ours – it was about us. She chimed in with perfect pitch and we harmonized our feelings, our beliefs, our souls; it was magical.  Our connection was kinetic our potential unlimited; and somehow we knew we had to make this dream a reality.  There was one caveat about the book, however, in that I qualified my promise with the delivery thereof to be 20 years hence.  I explained that it would take all of those 20 years to translate and to project into words all that had just transpired between us at the instant “Love” had christened us eternal soul-mates.

I cogitated upon the incomprehensible universe of countless thoughts, spiritual stirrings, and fantastic imaginings over a 20 year period so I could set them down in the written work.  But first, I had to learn how to translate the language of the soul and transpose it with utter precision so as not to lose or deviate from the articulations pronounced by the soul.  This process or quest, as it were, required nothing short of a protracted and on-going inner-dialogue within the soul of myself; an odyssey of epic discovery involving sufferings and torments that I was, in time, able to vividly describe.  The result is my book “Don Quixote’s Impossible Dream”, which describes the manifestation of my unvitiated awareness, my expressed becoming, and ultimately my ability to reduce the language of my soul to writing.

In full appreciation of all my wife has had to endure through life, the full range of ups and downs, the myriad sacrifices, I recognized her sufferings that the veil of love can sometimes hide.  However, along the course of my journey I came to fully appreciate her sacrifices and sufferings.  This was the essence of her coming into being, into awareness; and because of my own conscious transcendental experience I was able to recognize her evolution through the same sort of process.  The recognition of which was mutual and as visceral as the love we felt when we first met; and at that point of recognition is when our love became complete.  It took all of 20 years; upon which, I presented her with the book I promised her on the day we met.

Imagine yourself attempting to describe or convey your love to the one you love in terms couched deep within the soul. My aim was to pierce the soul then delve deep into the richness that is love, with all manner of life’s joys and griefs in attendance; and, after 20 years of immersion into the soul, I emerged with my book in hand.  My promised dedication celebrates the richness of true love from its incipience; and since then, has aged beautifully, like a rare liquor; taking on the color and flavor of our marriage.

In order to frame my work I searched the cannon of western literature and there was but one choice that would do, one inspiration that I could frame the universality of ideals that suited my purpose; namely, Miguel de Cervantes’ epic, “The Ingenious Nobleman Don Quixote of La Mancha”.  Regardless of how over-whelming all the culminating sufferings of life, the arduous trials, and the hopes dashed; which when taken together, may seem to conspire against love.  Not so, from the richness of suffering comes the ideals attending love are born and nurtured; surviving the suffering is the trick, but when love is ready to be harvested the sufferings cease.  To accomplish the discovery and proof of this truth I reached further, quested harder, as I resolved to extrapolate, dare and conclude what it means to reach the unreachable star that resides sequestered in the soul; and let the hidden light shine through.

Forgive the presumption; but I offer inspiration born of love, I bridge truth with hope, I explore the infinite, I conquer myself so that I may become unconquerable.  I bring the past and future into the present, I surrender in order to be, I challenge in order to know, and I know in order to be, I must surrender the challenge.

I kept my promise and delivered precisely as I described, with honor and truth as far as for my wife and no less for myself.  Mine delving into the soul with high-powered resolution, of the most granular kind, reveals the essence of love, marriage, family and life.  Fittingly, my wife in-turn re-gifted the book back to me as an expression of her love with the caveat that it be shared with others.

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