From a Poet

  Unpublished Poetry Series: The Bowl-Carver by Douglas Thornton The Bowl-Carver Closeness of the night, Figure of what is intimate, Turn the strange effects Of elusive image to dreams We shall never keep, And beauty of the eye unfolds From all misfortune, Through measure of love, or fairer Sort of sight attained, A hope that in despondent mind Memory will see The action missed. All things are made By revealing space Where nothing was, like when the moon Comes up, the further As its form seems to drift away, The night deepening With inner light admits a joy Seldom incomplete. Douglas Thornton

  March 17th, 2015 To see only what is different makes us indifferent to the slightest change.  It is not enough to note what comes and goes, what rises and falls, what gives and takes, but to acknowledge the background from which they have come forth, that part from which all our habits and tasks are ever fleeing.  When difference is no longer what we see but only the presence of seeing, change is no longer the fear of changing, but the acceptance of what has always been missing. Douglas Thornton