The Filament of Hope

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Filament of Hope – © 2021, Patrick Canganelli.

outside the sphere
peering down into a ball of glass
I can see the plight of humanity,
but I gaze too deeply
and I am transported inside
I am and
we are
humanity.
our gaze and
our sounds
bounce around inside
the sphere
unaware of that clan
outside looking in.
but someday my desire to know
ever so much more
will send a filament from my eye,
the gossamer hollow thread
will open the most fleeting glimpse
of all the clan inhabits
if I could but stand there
with my eye affixed
to those beyond my plight
would I then find a way back home
would I know any more
of a greater expanse?
could I speak my words to someone
who could hear?
but instead I am tossed about the sphere
I cannot find
a steady place
to glance again
through the filament,
I can only hope now
my vision was not clouded.
is there a clan
beyond the dome
beyond the stars
beyond the boundary of what we are.
if I could but dream a bigger dream,
then I would start to hope,
and if I whisper in your ear
we could share our glances
through the filament
and plot our way back to
the greatest home—
and Heaven would be its name.

© 2021, Patrick Canganelli, All Rights Reserved.

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One More Step

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One More Step – © 2021 Patrick Canganelli.


where was my home
that I left
to come here
and settle in this place,
what music was there,
what beauty surrounded me there
that I was drawn here
instead.

was there sadness?
did we care?

I care.

I care
wherever I stand
wherever I call home.
I stand for everyone
I care for every abandoned soul
and every noble heart

the place from whence I came
did we know
of love
I say ‘yes’
we knew that the glad heart
can sing
and its songs
drown out sorrow and hate.

from wherever I came
from wherever you came
we are here now
together
to share the pain
yes
to share the emptiness
I suppose.

But we are also here to strike up
a new tone.
We came from other dominions
to stand together
to look in each other’s eyes
and see the soul,
to walk on the Commons.
we are not here
to shudder at the outward look of things
I think we traveled far
to get here.
we travelled with hearts and minds
knowing this is now the Common ground.

One more step.
One more lonely brother
One more beloved sister
we will embrace everyone
on the Common ground—
no one to turn back.

We are all here at last.

(written at night, on the eve of Humanity.)

© 2021 Patrick Canganelli, All Rights Reserved.
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I Walk the Earth

The Others
The Others – © 2021 Patrick Canganelli.

I Walk the Earth

how many people have walked the earth?
now I walk
I walk through spaces where others have been
I sense small particles of them as I meander through the streets,
I can hear, though faintly, the small voices left behind in our world
I bow my head
I sense
a low murmur
of my predecessors
I call out
and I know my voice is heard
it answers the call
of past and future
because, of course, someone will walk the streets where I have been

the legacy is astounding
my love grows with each pace
here I am
and here you were
and here others will be
our helices form the great chain
from the first burning sun
to the time when embers grow cold

we can fly through here and now,
and everything that will be—
we have arrived
over and over again
to destinies accomplished and untold
I start my path now
knowing
we will come together
on the highest road
and so now
let us begin.

© 2021 Patrick Canganelli, All Rights Reserved.
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Running Down the Road

country road, Montgomery IN
Rural Road – © 2010 Patrick Canganelli.


Running down the road
long road that it was
how it tired me

catch my breath

great dust of my heels
must it travel past me

wind in the mouth
what a nauseating ear
I think my heart has stopped

ache of breast
how can I think it
can I feel it like the
strain of my calves

what a load to carry me so far

heel of the earth
what have I become

bark in my fingernail
and muddy of throat
why do I speak to the past

must bone and wood
suffer round black orbits

deep wells of timeless youth
find a moldy apple
gripped by my teeth

no muscle in my carriage
physique combated by treading
heels
now send me to Hades
my visit is past welcome
and I am the mat of the earth
once more.

-Excerpted from The Noumena book of poetry by Patrick Canganelli, available on Amazon.

© 2007 Patrick Canganelli. All rights reserved.

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A Cloud of Love

A Cloud of Love
A Cloud of Love – © 2020 Patrick Canganelli.

love is never diminished when given freely,
it is only expanded, compounded, and unfolding
until it encompasses
everything
I and We will give until
our hearts burst,
but bursting forward and outward and everywhere
expanding
and compounding
until
every sad child
every broken heart
and every tear shed
is healed
and burning with desire
to give freely,
like a cloud of electrons floating above a shining metal sphere,
a cloud of love
encircling the earth.

© 2020 Patrick Canganelli, All rights reserved.
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Not Just the Snow

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Not Just the Snow – © 2020 Patrick Canganelli.

I am going off to war
to a far place.
I have never been
away from my village.
well here I am.
the sun is the same
but nothing else is recognizable.
we have our orders
and we begin to ascend the hillside
we are to engage the enemy—
what enemy?
how can a foe be someone I’ve never seen?
progress is slow
trudging through this incline of rock
and newly fallen snow.
a sharp whistle
rings through the air,
I cannot breathe.
I fall without warning
my legs have left me
I turn to get up
but I cannot
I see my blood pour into the snow
sounds are faint
and
I am growing cold
the air is thin.
I cannot tell you
how I wish I were home
next to the hearth
while you carefully place the trivet.
I try to breathe
my chest gurgles
your beautiful hair
the smell of scones
my brothers charging all around me now
that strange whistle again
a soft thud near me
oh the fragrant tea
if it could warm me now
you’re humming old favorite aires.
why am I here
I forget
did I ever know?
how was our love
not enough?
it was for us.
I cannot keep the tears away
I am thinking of you,
after all
I am here to ‘keep
our way of life’
to shutter you from
the hate
and aggression,
but I have failed,
my day was lost
before I hit the snow
if I could but kiss your face…
instead I see the lights going out
all around me
friends are falling
how will we keep
the world safe
I hear faint crunching boots
but I am weak,
my face is pressed into the cold
at their feet.
will I see you again
my love?
my prayer is whispered
faint swirls of vapor barely escape
my lips,
a quick sip of tea
and I will gather with my fallen comrades.
so when I’m gone,
please keep me in your heart,
for not just the snow has fallen.

© 2020 Patrick Canganelli, All rights reserved.
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Time Has Stopped

� 2006, Patrick Canganelli.
Time Has Stopped – © 2006, Patrick Canganelli.

 

time has stopped
and
the stars of heaven are reflected in the water.
the river is not flowing
it is transformed into a mirror.
but I can peer into its depths
past the surface,
and I see the stars have become mica dust
spilled all through the motionless stream
the stones in the bed are rare clouds
between the sparkles
and
I can no longer discern
where heaven and earth are separated.
I am caught in between
the sky
and the depths,
I feel as if my soul
is a conduit.
I do not want the old mill wheel
to begin again
but I know it will.
soon the momentum in our hearts
will push upon the paddles
upstream
and the mill
will start up again
we will become as grist
speckled with mica
and thrown across the stream.
we, transformed,
will be the
reflection
of the stars
and we will be strewn amongst
the rocks,
there for other timeless travelers
to
marvel at.

© 2020 Patrick Canganelli, All rights reserved.
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We Travel the Sky

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Lattice and Spectrum – © 2020 Patrick Canganelli.

 

so in our youth we travel the sky
and
grow to find our passports to
the stars,
souls criss-cross time and space
in one countless moment,
but truth is trapped inside the hidden dimensions.
my roadmap only talks of galaxies
and the hot molten spheres
still generating precious metals—
where is even the
briefest hint
of how we collapse into
our inner selves?
I have searched far and wide
for a spell
to take me
to where you and I have always known
what matters.
shall I
beseech a vortex
to open up
and swallow us all
and latch
the hate behind us
our inner place has no unkindness
I wish to zoom down to the bonds between
the lattice,
I will reach out to everyone
our arms will form the most magnificent crystal,
formed of love,
our new structure
will be impenetrable
and we will set about
to latch onto
everyone
every single brother and sister
I will only see
our outstretched arms
and marvel at
the color of
the crystal as it
fans into the spectrum of God.
there is no limit
if we can but peer deep down
into the hidden places
they
shall
not
be
hidden
anymore,
and the crystal will
be us, and the stars
and galaxies,
and we will
fill the void
from now
‘til
ever more…

© 2020 Patrick Canganelli, All rights reserved.
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There is a Place

photo taken at Clegg Memorial Gardens.
In Emerald Green – photo © 2020 Susan Canganelli.

 

I know there is a place
where all of us are free
free to love
free to be just who we are
no judgment
no expectation
tears only of joy
I have a longing for what we can become
I desperately want that day to break tomorrow,
each evening
I drift to the place of dreams
I visit with all of you
who are ready
but what to do
for those still in anguish
We surely want all of us to wake in
a world of love
I know I do
and I know there are others,
so
let us set a time—
why not tonight—
and lie down together
in emerald green
and drift to that vast tomorrow
filled with love
and the crimson heart
and freedom for all of us
I wait for the daybreak,
please be there when I awake.

© 2020 Patrick Canganelli, All rights reserved.
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A Calm Bright Path

sparkling ocean
Sparkling Ocean – © 2020 Patrick Canganelli.

Sitting in this hollow log
tossed gently on the waves
I am dreaming of the distant shores
the sun on the horizon
is my beacon
a bright line of yellow orange
finds its way to me
behind me
are yesterday’s memories
floating on the water
foamy crests and side swirls
each encapsulating
a day spent in the past
but I go ever forward
I will not look back
behind me is the sea foam
ahead is the sun
and
a calm bright path.
I anticipate the community
of souls,
in my mind
words of joy
are brewing
and spilling out
to form
a new directive
I am positively
filled with hope
there will be other souls
with their words
spilling out
mixing with mine
to build
tomorrow.
I scan the sea from edge to edge
and I can see a gathering
a million hollow logs
with eager souls
heading to that ball of light
we will reach
a distant shore
we will stand together
our feet side by side in the sand
so then
we will raise our arms
every single one of us
in unison
with nothing in our hearts
but each other
you see —
I brought nothing with me
I only need all of you.
please let us fill our hearts
with all of who we are,
standing on the shore together,
hands raised
all troubles left behind
eventually
I know the crests and eddies
behind me
will fall away
into the vast oceanic yesteryear.
but we will step across each other’s footprints
forming a new organism
called man-KIND.
our kind and gentle voices all heard,
nothing from where we came from
except the joy
of who will we become.
I cannot wait
for that great shore!

© 2020 Patrick Canganelli, All rights reserved.
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