Adolph Caso Presents Latest, Filtering Energy

Filtering Energy

By Adolph Caso

There being no answer

To the ultimate question,

That every human being with conscience

Has to become a believer

Despite the absence

Of any objective depiction

Of our image in God!

We know that neither

Two drops of water,

Nor,

Two snow flakes

Regardless on how they drop to the earth,

Are equally similar but never the same,

Unless touched by man.

For,

Only man-made things are definitive--

Changeable as we command.

I sit in front of the mighty

Adolfo Tree--its branches sprawling on the wall.

Missing from its peaks

Are samples of the typical perched raptors:

When they appear,

They produce beauty in motion.

As opposed to the awkward turkey vultures:

Their lives evolve in the manner of other forms,

And just as discriminating.

Branches run in all directions

Defying gravity in its very essence:

From the top to the bottom,

One side to the other,

Traces of water are evident everywhere:

In the smallest undeveloped leaf

To the largest tree-trunk!

From one side to the other,

All the while,

Water flows throughout.

What keeps it within the smallest leaf?

And, progressively,

How does it expand to or into the largest?

What makes each leaf flicker?

And,

After how many steps,

How many gates,

Does it re-generate itself into the ground?

What other gates open and close?

What other filters

Allow water to move forward and backward?

When it shimmers,

Can a Raphael objectively reproduce it with his brushes?

Energy is never energy onto itself;

It exists, only,

As a-never ending filtering devise

That unconsciously goes from one cell to another.

When it creates and turns chemicals into biological forms,

Consistently and uniformly,

With no connection

Between us—

Its ultimate goal becomes evident:

The creation of a new and different form

Than had ever existed.

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Why am I shouting about my defeat?

My ignorance remaining,

It is tearing at my heart!

Despite a curiosity that is running rampant.

In full view of this tree,

Am I,

Finally,

The isolate I’ve been my entire life?

That I am unable to understand the tree

As a whole or in parts:

How can I understand my fellow men,

When I cannot understand who I am?

~~~

My friend, Adolfo, dedicated this poem to me...

I wondered how he knew that, I, too, like him, wonder...

How can I understand my fellow men,

When I cannot understand who I am?
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Happy Holidays to All
Adolfo!