'I Have Seen Many Moons' - A Poem About Perspective

From one perspective you see a thing. From another perspective you can see the same thing, and it looks completely different. This applies to all of existence, even in total. (For those who want more on that, you can read this poem, and you can also lookup Viktor Frankl's concept of dimensional ontology.)

Read it, then I'll explain, just a little.

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I have seen many moons,
or rather;
Fortuna has opportuned me,
with such a possibility.

But I,
in my infinite imprudence,
have largely failed to notice the passing.

Worlds turning,
Time's twisted fate,
weaving a single thread,
from disparate fibers all asunder.

Chaos in the details,
and order above,
or rather;
I have seen many moons.

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Many moons refers to the passing of a lot of time. Fortuna is the ancient Roman goddess of luck, and a lot of time is a lucky gift. If we're not consciously aware then this time passes us by. Planets turn, which is a way we mark the passing of time, and each person is the center of their world. In ancient Greek mythology three Fates wove a thread of destiny. I took that idea, personified Time itself, and from what appears to be an immense pile of chaos, such as the intermingled lives of people and all other things, had Time turn a pile of fiber into a united thread. From a higher perspective, a higher conception, there is order, even if when you look at the details everything is chaos. You can start to see that order, those patterns, when you pay attention across time.

That's the basic idea.

The mention of Fortuna reminded me of a few other lines I wrote down at some point. And, two more little pieces made it onto this same page.

Here is... something.

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Fortuna Divine,
Fortune of Mine,
Give Me a Sign.

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It sounds like a short ancient Roman prayer. I like it.

Here is a thought provoking idea.

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One must choose among two:
To be that which one set out to be,
or to be that which one is.

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And the last one.

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You cannot be,
what you are meant to be,
when you are not free.

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The interesting question to ask here is, free from what? Free externally? Or internally? Or both?

It amazes me how my own poetry, my own thoughts and feelings, can pose questions to me, and answers. We often know things we don't know we know. And sometimes, we allow them to be revealed to us, from within. That's part of what has united poetry and spirituality across time.


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