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Category: Life
Back in November of 2008, a fellow writer [ Ajay Zaveri @ Entropy ] e-mailed me an article from the New York Times. The Title: Seeking a Poet for the Great Mess of ’08. At first, I was too upset to dream up or even desire to write poetically about this sort of disaster all of us were facing, knowing what has happened beyond what we know, what we see, and what may come as a result. However, as the weeks grew on and my migraines seem to disappear along with the California wildfires and Thanksgiving Day holiday rain, I finally sat down and wrote a piece from my heart—a freeverse called “Valley Heart”. Needless to say, did I know at that same time—a wonderful artist (Broadway actor & singer) and prolific poet, George Best Costacos passed away ... I met the artist years ago at the Whitney Museum of Modern Art and soon discovered what a great inspiration he was to many around the world .. It was uplifting to hear that the ACTORS’ EQUITY were to host his Memorial in NYC and honor his life. I recall the last thing he said to me ... commenting by e-mail on one of my blogs ( Remembering 9/11 ):
"Hello from Greece, where I've been a week now. Even this far away your words about 9/11 ring so very true and deep. May we never live another day like that. Best, G..."
Strange ... this thing called life ... why we must live in the moments.
So, to give a glimpse of my poetic inspiration in the simplest form: Last September, I visited an amazing place called Valley of Fire, Nevada’s first state park. Some of you may already know of it for it lies just outside of Las Vegas. To continue, the ancient Natives passed on stories about this place—one particular: centuries old rocks are said to speak to you. I almost didn’t believe it until the very end of my stay: I approached a section of the park named Fire Valley (by Silica’s Dome). I stood between the canyons in strong crossing winds and opened my heart and soul, let everything in—without fear or reservation: I listened to the wind. Let it run through me and with me until the rocks spoke to me or so I thought. Or maybe, it was A Consuming Fire (The Creator, Father of Spirits, God of Peace) ...The One who most of us pray to—who spoke through me, and in honor of good men and women who we have cherished, who have passed on before us, and who have shown us all how to maintain a positive view of life and focus on what is joyous.
And, isn’t that what a country should be all about in depressing times?
Please enjoy my latest poem in Celebration of Nat'l Poetry Month & Earth Day.....
Valley Heart [Watch in HQ]
Some highlights from the area...
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