Three Poems by Lucas Bennett

The Vital Invisible

Blood is the vital invisible
thriving within men.
So in life’s instant only surfaces are seen.
And how great are man’s limits
if with his eyes he can see but
a fraction of himself?
For within lies a multitude of hidden life.

And the soul is the vital invisible
thriving within men.
So in life’s instant only images are seen.
And how great are man’s depths
if he sees beauty with but
a fraction of sight?
For within lies a multitude of hidden life.

What We Are

To realize this is everything—standing before us.
Kill the dark stars and universes unseen
with daggers of reality
And watch the heavens bleed black.
For galaxies are but the dust beneath
that shines dull to take the eye
from the fallen roadside.

To realize this is everything—standing before us.
Throw away those monstrous minds
and let the wind take knowledge
with its gusts flying through the mist.
For mankind’s greatest mind
and lowest mind remain
equal under heaven’s weight.

To realize this is everything—standing over us.
Be blind to the sun’s emanation
and retraction spreading faux differences
upon the Earth and its workers.
For eyes see not change
from daylight to dusk,
but see constancy in the still instant.

To realize this is everything—we are here.

On This Edge

At the edge of the great ocean the waves
reach inland and stretch out gently.
On this edge lies the whole of mankind
from the greatest to the least.
How close can the water’s edge
get to the ocean’s center?
The wise man sees no difference
between high and low tide,
For though one is lengths closer
to the ocean’s center,
are they not both the same?
The foolish man takes
pride in the low tide,
and the wise man cares not
for the shore but for
the depths of the waters.
And only something far stronger
than he will take him there.

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