Wednesday, April 21, 2010

A house with many rooms

Wander in the shadow of what's real,
Which bears down on the uninitiated like a veil,
Confusing the masses, confusing the senses,
An endless path to roam.

Witness the birth of thought!
Swathe imagination in a blanket of desire!
Wander no more, awaken and soar,
Welcome home lost soul, welcome home.


  1. This reminds me of a verse in the Bible. It's in the Book of John, chapter 14, verse 2. Jesus said to his disciples, "In my Father's house are many rooms; if it were not so, I would have told you. I am going there to prepare a place for you."

    I love the last part of your poem: "Wander no more, awaken and soar, welcome home lost soul, welcome home."


  2. Nice. Home is always there but wandered away from easily. The picture is excellent too.

  3. Thank you. I am very inspired by that verse, it's one that has stayed with me throughout my life. When Eddie Veder sings "All my destinations will accept the one that's I can breathe" I think of it.

    Lynn, you have captured the essence magnificently. Isn't it wonderful to have that!

  4. Hi Steve:
    What an interesting photograph - the wonderful and distorted reflections in each of the windows adds great interest to this work. Congratulations for seeing it and capturing it.