Listen to Dillon read Evicting Plato
Stalactite angels gingerly tip toe down;
While fleshy stalagmites mumble skyward,
Handicapped by the gravity of their task
And the weakness of their babble to convince
The wandering waters into letting go
The treasure that they’ve gathered on the way.
Slowly though, the ups and downs of life
Fill the closing cave.
The wax-winged sons of god
Reach down with sweat tipped fingers
And touch the milky breasted women
Of the guanoed earth.
Growing shadows chase the light,
Diming drop by drop.
With geologic union,
Concretizing shadows
Morph to monolithic certainty
In an airless cave
Of dogma and egocentricities;
Forcing truth to move outside,
Into the ever ready sun;
Where once again
The water is free, to rise, and fall,
And brightly run to see and live.
Dillon McKinsey
3/12/2010
Listen to Dillon read Lapis Philosophorum “Rock of Ages, cleft for me…”
“Rock of Ages, cleft for me…”
Stone of corners
Stone of steps
Stone to hone with and double the edge
Stone used to border the thorn bushes’ hedge
Stone Ebannezar’s memorialed stand
Stone to anchor just off the land.
Stone on my ring hand
Stone on my chest
Stone once rejected
Stone now the best.
Stone unknown on ancient Mar’s hill
Stone which by David, Goliath was killed.
Buried stone waiting in ancient old tells
Rolling stone, mossless
Stone in the well.
Cleft Rock of Ages
Stone beneath thrones
Stone hot and molten down in the deep
Casting stones curling after the sweep.
Stone of our columns
Stone of our floors
Alters and lintels
Marking the doors.
Loadstone of compass
Cobbled to path
Hurled at each other
When gathered in wrath.
Stone of our temples
One on another
Birth stones to tell us
We all have one Mother.
Rubies and peridot
Di’monds in white
Dark amber’s shading
Obsidian’s night.
How so alluring
Rounded and cut
Polished to brilliance
Yet stubbing at night.
Stone of a mind set
Stone of the hearth
Stone which the glaciers
Carve into ground
Stone of the statues
And oceans of sand
Quantum stone airy
I hold in my hand
Stone of the tablets
Stone of the wall
Great stone of offense
Stone of the flour
Enigma and paradox
Stone of my dreams
Ground into concrete
For man’s simple schemes
Stone that has made us
Our idols and God
Labeled stone standing
Above broken sod.
What there the treasure
No stone can keep
The soft light of soul gold
Awakens from sleep.
Poetry by Dillon McKinsey
Music: Lightless Dawn by Kevin MacLeod (incompetech.com) Licensed under Creative Commons “Attribution 3.0″
* The philosophers’ stone (Latin: lapis philosophorum) is a legendary alchemical substance, supposedly capable of turning base metals, especially lead, into gold (chrysopoeia); it was also sometimes believed to be an elixir of life, useful for rejuvenation and possibly for achieving immortality. For a long time, it was the most sought-after goal in Western alchemy, meditated upon by alchemists like Sir Isaac Newton, Nicolas Flamel, and Frater Albertus. The Stone was the central symbol of the mystical terminology of alchemy, symbolizing perfection, enlightenment, heavenly bliss, theophany and of the Christ. The discovery of the philosopher’s stone was known as the Great Work [From Wikipedia]
Listen to Dillon read Some Simple Truths
What did I put in the world today?
What were my actions;
What did I say?
Who did I help out;
Who did I spurn?
What my reflections;
What did I learn.
Did I see only colors
Or hear accents strange;
Did I do things just my way
Or welcome some change.
Were my thoughts pure and loving
And my actions in line.
Did I speak as self righteous
But claim the divine?
Did I smell any roses
Or just curse the stench?
Did I blame the mechanics
Or look for my wrench?
Did I fault all the others
In this boat we call life;
Or did I own up to my part
Of the terrible strife?
For life to improve
And things to get better
We don’t need some new truth
Or water that’s wetter.
We know what’s the right thing;
We’ve all done what’s wrong.
What we need now is real love
To change the gang to a throng
So our labors together
Are knitted with grace
And we climb to the high ground
With a smile on our face.
And we work in the trenches
Where others are mired
And because we are family
We never get tired;
But press on with each other
With forgiveness on ready;
Our feet shod with peace
And our aim ever steady.
Now I know we’re not perfect
And we’re bound yet to falter
And the horse won’t take water
Just because you’ve a halter.
But this much I do know;
It’s as true as can be;
My part won’t get done
If it’s not done by me.
I can’t wait for others
Or pass off the blame
If I don’t do the actions
That carry my name.
So I ask you as brother,
Or sister, or friend
Will you join me in changing
What surely must end.
And help to foster
A better tomorrow;
For joy is our strength
And inaction yields sorrow.
Dillon McKinsey
February 22, 2010
Hate flies, destroys, ends.
Love cares, acts, fosters change, bends.
Anger makes us choose.
Dillon McKinsey
2/20/2010