Knowing, Watching, Waiting

Grace Cathedral Labyrinth, San Francisco, CA.

Knowing, Waiting, Watching

Oh you know I want to believe
in something more
than me or you.
I want to believe in something,
more than us.

But this thing called religion.
Well I’m not sure I trust
all it’s made up to be.

I’ve said it once
and I’ll say it once more…
Not sure God entered through
any church door.

But don’t slam that door on me.
I’ve been wrong so many times before.
Or maybe the door is open wide,
so vast it’s unseen.
As if we’ve walked in and out,
and out and in not even knowing it.
And God’s unknown too…

Or maybe the door only exits
as an opening to the outside world,
where God’s knowing, watching and waiting.

Gregory Zeorlin 10/14/2016 @ 10:43am.
Inside Grace Cathedral, San Francisco, CA

 

Beyond the Comfort Zone

 

Beyond the Comfort Zone

 

Try to avoid going beyond the comfort zone.
Don’t ever trip or take a tumble.
Do what we know over and over again,
for a while we’ll even avoid some troubles.

 

Shun all those questions we cannot answer.
Let’s just know what’s already well-known.
Limit our quest and be the very best,
at spinning on our own point of center.

 

Don’t enter a room full of strangers
lest we lose our sense of importance and control.
The world is big, even bigger than us,
such realization is a blow to our fragile egos.

 

We’re creatures of habit, me and you,
we avoid what seems foreign or nearly new.
But I’m going to trip and tumble, just you watch.
Or join me just beyond the lines of the comfort zone.

 

Do you want to try something new?
Step out of a rut we’ve made so long and way too deep?
Over and over we form neat lines and rows
before going complacently to prepaid graves with tombstones.

 

Let’s be brave for once or even twice.
Why not be set free while we’re still living?
Sing a song, do a dance, write a poem, take a chance
of stepping beyond what’s already known.

 

Life’s troubles will eventually find us, ready or not.
And deepest dreams will fail to appease us.
We’ll toss and we’ll turn or try to run away,
from many things we’ve trapped too long inside us.

 

What does it take to jump beyond the comfort zone?
Tomorrow’s too far away and yesterday’s long gone.
If you wait till things seem perfect you’ll miss another chance
and get buried head to toe, in the comfort zone.

 

Gregory Zeorlin 8/8/2016 @ 11am
The adult world is a place of people set in our ways who become skeptics and cynics. We avoid change out of the fear making mistakes and not looking perfect. We focus on our public image at the cost of neglecting our human spirit. We miss out on doing things that could enrich our lives even if we must trip sometimes to do them.

This Place

Words are words and poems are poems regardless if they’re written by a known poet or someone unknown who uses words to record ideas. After all, we choose words and arranged them to serve our needs.  Is this a disclaimer before posting a poem? No. Just an acknowledgment to those out there who have a similar thought about writing.  Of course, most of those “out there” are imaginary since so few will ever read this post. Hello, out there. 🙂  Share this poem if you wish. Thank you.

 

This Place

The world is a wondrous place,
a ponderous place too.
We humans push and pull in races
to gain, dominate and subdue.

The world could be a perfect place,
but only if there was no humans race.
We’re here today and gone tomorrow
regardless if we pray, beg, steal or borrow.

So we’ve made the world imperfect,
imposed our will against nature’s design.
Call this human nature,
we’re animals of chaos, order, logic and magic.

The world is not a perfect place or tragic,
it is the only place we can be.
We could race away in a space rocket
but we’d return, eventually.

We’ve yet to find a way
to permanently break away
from this place we’ve damaged
intentionally and so haphazardly.

In pursuit of more, forever more
we have made the world a lesser place.
But it’s not too late to stop blaming others
for the holes in our bodies and minds.

We’re animals in cages.
We’re animals in pens.
We’ve worn a path along the fence that keeps us in.
We’re sickened and enraged by eating the news.

We don’t know if we should scream or howl.
Some scratch and bite anyone in reach.
We’re bruised even when no blue shows on our skin,
the swelling still harms every soul.

No one knows the answer.
There is no one answer,
only multiple ways of seeking to comprehend
the ways of being human from birth until our end.

The world is a wondrous place,
a ponderous place too.
The earth could’ve been a perfect place,
(but such a lonely place) without we animals
of chaos, order, logic and magic!

 
Gregory Zeorlin 7/18/2016 @ 9:14am

Faster Map Application

Since I write poetry frequently and have done so for decades I can now flip back through the years and find old poems written on this date. So if I keep writing poetry, eventually there will be a poem for every day of the year. And once that happens, I will not need to write a poem again for the rest of my life. So would I really do this? Hmmm. What do you think?

Faster Map Application

I want to be
your packaged deal
your take-out meal
I want to be
remotely controlled
a driver-less wheel

I need to follow
some map of life
beamed straight down
from Google or God
depending on which One
is faster.

4/24/2014 11:05 am

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Art Viewers in Museums

A couple more photographs related to my October 16, 2014 blog entry “Inside Any Museum.”

"Art Viewer Silver Head"

“Art Viewer Silver Head”

"Art Viewer With Newspaper"

“Art Viewer With Newspaper”

Sunday’s Praying Mantis

 

Sunday’s Praying Mantis*

 

You,

praying mantis.

Yes, you…

Yes I do see you on that window.

You’re outside looking in.

You’re watching we two-legged beings

process down the church aisles

while glancing out the windows.

 

Somehow you’ve always known

God’s out there waiting, with you.

So now you’re both pulling the weekly joke.

Yeah, yeah I know…

Look at us now inside this place again

counting the minutes

until we can wander outside

just like you two have always done.

 

See you soon!

 

Gregory Zeorlin 10/13/14     11:34am

*(A reoccurring fleeting thought while inside a church).

The Art of Self-Pacing

“The more I work in the studio the more I realize I’m not racing other artists. I’m not trying to produce more art or show and sell more art than other artists. The art I make is about the life I live. Rather than racing, I’m trying to slow down and notice more of what is right in front of me. But daily routines make it easy to ignore remarkable moments. Some days are just a series of distractions and unanswered questions. This mix of chaos, order, mystery and logic defines my art. My challenge is to keep an ongoing curiosity about the world which then enables my art to evolve. Art reveals something about the maker as well as the collector.”*

*(This is from my Artist Statement. Click here to read the entire Artist Statement at ZeorlinArt.com).

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