13 Oct 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Travelogue, 0 Comments

10/13 Marina Piccola, Capri Italy

I awoke the next morning, took an early walk and just couldn’t believe how beautiful everything was.  Every so often I claimed a bench with a view and sketch out some thoughts.  I headed down toward the harbor to catch a bus to the other side of the island.  I planned on seeing the blue grotto.  I couldn’t figure out where to pick up a bus and nobody would give me a straight answer so I decided to walk.   (more…)

13 Oct 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Poetry, 0 Comments

Poem 072 Nature in its beauty is complete

3.  Nature in its beauty is complete, simple, elegant and yet complex
I ponder in amazement at its detail and order, the conformity to law
It is the totality of rules, the seed from which it all comes
It encompasses my life and still I look upon it as a stranger, have I lost my way?

Nature embodies this external environment I interact with daily
I am conscious and so taught by nature
But these ideas are not entirely dependent upon my will; they are frequently presented to me against this will
“We are chosen to react and survive by nature’s own pressures”
For there is an interaction taking place, where the environment actually takes the initiative
An environment I shall never know, for I am not equipped to understand.

I must not imagine, that I understand this environment
That I understand the infinite by its true idea, but only by the negation of the finite
In the same way I comprehend repose and darkness by the negation of motion and light
How can it be possible to understand a single grain of sand with no knowledge of the beach, a piece from its puzzle?

I know nothing of this environment, only its appearance.
I can look at the tree and know its shape, dissect it into its parts
What I do not know, is what a tree is to a tree, or to itself
only its appearance.