Felix Darienzo

FRAGMENTS

Allusion to sensibility and insight and awakening

Is everywhere speaking to the air;

“I had not thought death had undone so many.”

“Oh creature sciocche,

quanta ignoranza e’ quella che v’offende!” *

On my way to the neighborhood bar, it was

When I stopped to check the time, yes

Time graciously stopped to tell a tale:

’In every moment I give you everything,

Within each point of space, there is all time.

Attention must be paid.’

When intuition of sublime truth

Is curtailed as a dreadful withdrawal

Attention must be paid, so now I’ve been told.

__________

[*”Oh unenlightened creatures, how deep is the ignorance that hinders you!”]

Within a grasp of severe whiskey drinking

There is perception: a hint of the inferno.

Yet sweet can describe sleep and dreams.

So did sweet embrace my Tuscan nights

As did fast define my New York days.

There is always a hint, ever evolving toward sense that sculpts a glimpse:

Revelation suggesting heavenly reward and eternal damnation,

Only just slightly concealed in mundane motions

Of space and time.

A never ceasing exposure of opportunity and choice

Appearing before a soulful contemplation

That should will to a correct perception.

TODAY

Free will, free fall:

From golden aura to clay.

The Form of Beauty itself

There was a Time, there was a Time,

And it subsists ever Present

The Form of Beauty itself was crying out so loudly,

But people hear thunder and run away

There was a Space, there was a Space

And it subsists ever Temporal

The Form of Beauty itself was standing so boldly,

But people look for what is desired and run away.

NOW!

The Universe expands, while the Tiger roams,

All together during a single span of Time;

Second to subsequent second of unimpeded flow

Without thought, without plan, without vision.

And Oh! How Humanity conceives the concept of a Future.

Taking from the all and everything of this moment

To desire a make believe for the next.

And Oh! How Humanity conceives the concept of a Past

Taking from the all and everything of this moment

To remember shadows of the previous.

Oh! How Humanity need awaken from artificial life of

memory and will be, to an eternity called

Now!

An Extraordinary Excitement

Already more than can ever be imagined

And beyond any dream.

WHEN DOES IT END

Although Calm was my companion

always at my side

Trees speaking through wind swept statements:

Like a changeless good

Suddenly a change!

Although Sweet was my attachment

always in my mind

Water of the Lake sparkling through softly reflected light:

Like a changeless purity

Suddenly a change!

Evacuation of substance while others walk, talk

Talk, walk in constant place of numb existence

only to minimize the effects of change

If I could just hold You in my arms forever more, then

Let it All change, suddenly and ever more.

A slim romantic response to

Density of Change

Arms around shoulders and back, tightly held resistance

The sound of Breath into my ear.

Can change ever really change to a constant devotion,

Dare I let go the embrace so dear

Because Calm was my companion

Because Sweet ever near

Enchainment by ideals of belief in Freedom

(I’ll let go in a moment

When Frozen in Time)

The duality appears

As the unchanging Question attending

The realms of existence.

Opposed duality of heavenly reward and eternal damnation;

It is Opportunity and Choice

Assaulting the will as:

Ideals of freedom, belief in free will

Condemnation to an advance toward a

Future not Now.

I stand in a still reflection, clinging to an isolation of loneliness,

Suffering starvation brought on by rarity of touch from others

Who move away from stillness, others captured by

Illusion crafted by proud notions and envious demeanor.

Yet! They are so sweet, in their graves;

Those Simple people who made my Life!

They knew me well, They cared so much,

Multi-generational effect of

A Precious, Loving continuum affixed to my most

Blessed conscious manifestation.

An ancestral legacy: with them I

“was entirely so pure, so good, so gifted ..

that if they had lived .. and if that life could have gone on forever ..

Oh perfectly happy, perfectly good ..”

Now silently they stay, in the depth of their graves.

OH! If I could just hold You in my arms forever

What else is there to do now

What else is there to do

They are so sweet ...

My darling, my Love

If I could just hold You.

REMAINS OF PAST LIVES

Bliss cried out in my heart!

A roar more than ever pleaded

To ears of all existence.

As I became Born, my breath sounded

From travels about eternity,

Arriving in an envelope of humanity

Tended by guardians for happy nurturing.

A peaceful garden peopled

Throughout my sensual expanse:

Warmth and caring guidance

To the powerful remedy of Love and Devotion.

I stand apart in a field of Harmony,

Ever present, ever near, ever strong

The heritage placed into this Soul

From a solid taking of ancestral breaths.

As I become Old

Time dissolves to a moment of Reflection

All that ever was

All that ever is

All that ever will be

Placed into this Soul

The carriage of Love’s challenge.

Yes! They were so sweet in the days before the grave.

In my youth, they thrived:

Forceful beings

Full of Authority, breath and loving

Colorful characters of their own stories, rich and full of grace

Put you in wonder of how it was to be.

Death came graciously and absorbed them all

One by one, year after year

Just wore them down, life slowly eradicated

Year after year, one by one.

These were wonderful people who made my life

Slowly brought about momentous awareness of

The perfectly good, the perfectly happy.

At the Extraordinary Excitement of Now

There is a Time outside this moment

What is meaningful sometimes passes

What is wasteful sometimes passes

The seconds of our breath stand as an eternity to

Become a mind populated by remains of entire lives

Past, frozen, complete, forever.

Perfectly pure, Perfectly good.

I did not realize death had undone so many.

Attention must be paid

When intuition of sublime truth is curtailed.

For what else is there to do now

What else is there to do.

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Felix D'Arienzo
FRAGMENTS I Allusion to sensibility and insight and awakening Is everywhere speaking to the air; “I had not thought death had undone so many.” “Oh creature sciocche, quanta ignoranza e’ quella che v’offende!” * On my way to the neighborhood bar, it was When I stopped to check the time, yes Time graciously stopped to tell a tale: ’In every moment I give you everything, Within each point of space, there is all time. Attention must be paid.’ When intuition of sublime truth Is curtailed as a dreadful withdrawal Attention must be paid, so now I’ve been told. __________ [*”Oh unenlightened creatures, how deep is the ignorance that hinders you!”] II Within a grasp of severe whiskey drinking There is perception: a hint of the inferno. Yet sweet can describe sleep and dreams. So did sweet embrace my Tuscan nights As did fast define my New York days. There is always a hint, ever evolving toward sense that sculpts a glimpse: Revelation suggesting heavenly reward and eternal damnation, Only just slightly concealed in mundane motions Of space and time. A never ceasing exposure of opportunity and choice Appearing before a soulful contemplation That should will to a correct perception. TODAY Free will, free fall: From golden aura to clay. The Form of Beauty itself There was a Time, there was a Time, And it subsists ever Present The Form of Beauty itself was crying out so loudly, But people hear thunder and run away There was a Space, there was a Space And it subsists ever Temporal The Form of Beauty itself was standing so boldly, But people look for what is desired and run away. NOW! The Universe expands, while the Tiger roams, All together during a single span of Time; Second to subsequent second of unimpeded flow Without thought, without plan, without vision. And Oh! How Humanity conceives the concept of a Future. Taking from the all and everything of this moment To desire a make believe for the next. And Oh! How Humanity conceives the concept of a Past Taking from the all and everything of this moment To remember shadows of the previous. Oh! How Humanity need awaken from artificial life of memory and will be, to an eternity called Now! An Extraordinary Excitement Already more than can ever be imagined And beyond any dream. WHEN DOES IT END Although Calm was my companion always at my side Trees speaking through wind swept statements: Like a changeless good Suddenly a change! Although Sweet was my attachment always in my mind Water of the Lake sparkling through softly reflected light: Like a changeless purity Suddenly a change! Evacuation of substance while others walk, talk Talk, walk in constant place of numb existence only to minimize the effects of change If I could just hold You in my arms forever more, then Let it All change, suddenly and ever more. A slim romantic response to Density of Change Arms around shoulders and back, tightly held resistance The sound of Breath into my ear. Can change ever really change to a constant devotion, Dare I let go the embrace so dear Because Calm was my companion Because Sweet ever near Enchainment by ideals of belief in Freedom (I’ll let go in a moment When Frozen in Time) The duality appears As the unchanging Question attending The realms of existence. Opposed duality of heavenly reward and eternal damnation; It is Opportunity and Choice Assaulting the will as: Ideals of freedom, belief in free will Condemnation to an advance toward a Future not Now. I stand in a still reflection, clinging to an isolation of loneliness, Suffering starvation brought on by rarity of touch from others Who move away from stillness, others captured by Illusion crafted by proud notions and envious demeanor. Yet! They are so sweet, in their graves; Those Simple people who made my Life! They knew me well, They cared so much, Multi-generational effect of A Precious, Loving continuum affixed to my most Blessed conscious manifestation. An ancestral legacy: with them I “was entirely so pure, so good, so gifted .. that if they had lived .. and if that life could have gone on forever .. Oh perfectly happy, perfectly good ..” Now silently they stay, in the depth of their graves. OH! If I could just hold You in my arms forever What else is there to do now What else is there to do They are so sweet ... My darling, my Love If I could just hold You. REMAINS OF PAST LIVES I Bliss cried out in my heart! A roar more than ever pleaded To ears of all existence. As I became Born, my breath sounded From travels about eternity, Arriving in an envelope of humanity Tended by guardians for happy nurturing. A peaceful garden peopled Throughout my sensual expanse: Warmth and caring guidance To the powerful remedy of Love and Devotion. I stand apart in a field of Harmony, Ever present, ever near, ever strong The heritage placed into this Soul From a solid taking of ancestral breaths. As I become Old Time dissolves to a moment of Reflection All that ever was All that ever is All that ever will be Placed into this Soul The carriage of Love’s challenge. II Yes! They were so sweet in the days before the grave. In my youth, they thrived: Forceful beings Full of Authority, breath and loving Colorful characters of their own stories, rich and full of grace Put you in wonder of how it was to be. Death came graciously and absorbed them all One by one, year after year Just wore them down, life slowly eradicated Year after year, one by one. These were wonderful people who made my life Slowly brought about momentous awareness of The perfectly good, the perfectly happy. At the Extraordinary Excitement of Now There is a Time outside this moment What is meaningful sometimes passes What is wasteful sometimes passes The seconds of our breath stand as an eternity to Become a mind populated by remains of entire lives Past, frozen, complete, forever. Perfectly pure, Perfectly good. I did not realize death had undone so many. Attention must be paid When intuition of sublime truth is curtailed. For what else is there to do now What else is there to do. Copyright 2005 Felix L. D’Arienzo, Jr.