MUSIC
POETRY
2010
PRESS
NARRATION
ABOUT US
COMEDY
Inner Vista
I
How wonderfully bright and regally
Does the deeper, inner vista
Rise before the eye, and
How subtly does it seem to also
Broaden any narrow point of view!
Grandly does the distance stretch
Towards a wide and sunny sky indeed,
Warmly encompassing some
Steep surrounding mountains, woods, and hills,
And there they rest embedded
Like in some giant, cosmic vision
In the perfect glow of early morning.
II
How lively is the scene! The heart
Comes out, rejoicing at the sight of it!
Beneath a cliff a rapid river
Sprightly flashes, boldly
Cutting through the
Valley in the further background.
A herd of elk just crossed a ford.
Wildly roars and foams the
Distant waterfall, leaping from the
Heights into the sparkling lake.
The open space above the mountain tops
Invites the eye towards a luminous blue.
III
A sultry heat is pending in midair . . .
A lurking chance of sudden
Thunderstorms is vaguely felt, but
Everything is still as yet, and
Every living thing around
Behaves and moves with deep,
Almost primordial rhythm.
Low and shifting shadows mark the
Steady pace of day, and heavy clouds
Roll closer with a pent-up, chilling threat.
Every single breath subsides,
And no one fathoms when the thunderbolt will strike . . .
IV
How mysterious and wholly
Mesmerizing has the view become!
A tempest roars and swoops with
Giant outspread wings
Across the mountains, forests,
Rocks, and hills onto the lower foreground.
Far in the distance only—
Far west—under one of the
Darkest cloud formations, there’s a
Hidden, lighter region calmly
Opening up behind the raging,
Stark phenomenon of storm.
V
How hauntingly does the sun set
And the moon rise as the always
Magical twilight simply
Arrests the eye, simultaneously
Expanding all of the soul.
The night falls—the inner night—and
Slowly the heart becomes opaque and dense.
Swarms of fireflies hover nearby,
Lighting up against the darkening earth.
One mountain peak stands out, engulfed
In nervous shafts of purple light.
High above it all, the stars beam.
VI
The night—the long, secret night—now covers all.
There exists a somber hour that isn’t
Quite of this world. It dwells
Behind the dim appearance of the forms we
Thought we knew. How dark they are,
Immersed within the stillness of the Immeasurable . . . !
Dawn is at hand . . .
Dawn . . . All of nature knows and waits,
And all at once the birds awake to hail the dawn:
Dawn! Dawn!! Sublime window to infinity!
Dawn! Dawn!! Glorious, visible throne
Of the Eternal! Dawn! Dawn!! Dawn!!!
VII
How wonderfully bright and regally
Does the world unfold before my
Deepest self today!
Ideal beauty mixed with man’s reality
Bows before the eye of the Invisible.
Is humanity responding to divinity,
Or nature to mankind? I’m looking around me.
A glorious day begins and undulates with
Timeless grace. The vista
Rolls into my view, and as I’m
Walking here today, I see how everything on
Earth is truly destined for that inner God.
© 1989 Freddy Niagara Fonseca
Design and copyright 2009 Freddy Niagara Fonseca
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