Aspire
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— sonnet and photos —_ by @d-pend _
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Aspire
A spire races up towards heights untold;
a-twining does it rise unto the rays
that beckon to its vine to soft unfold,
ascending from its safer, shady lays.
To reach is to be struck by elements
that sear, and scour, and stifle growth newborn;
to grow is to betray timid defense—
past fear, to flower, and thrive through night forlorn.
To thrive is to be piercèd by a thorn,
be bold at sight of blood unfairly drawn,
be happy in the blaze of with'ring scorn:
survive another eve, another dawn.
A spire to the heights, by nothing fazed,
in triumph over bowers of the dazed.









— by Daniel Pendergraft —
— April 8th, 2020 —



I love the poetry and the photography. I always thought d-pend was deep end but now I know better that it is your name.
@dante31,
If I had a penny for every time I've spoken those words ...
Trust me, the similarity is not a happy coincidence. It is the universe opining. Here's Dan giving a lecture on Voidfullessness:



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Above is a picture of me having listened to the lecture.
Quill
This is lovely, @d-pend. I love the mood of it, and how it takes me on a walk through small town streets, to visit an old stone church, perhaps covered in vines.
@d-pend,
Dan, that's beautiful.
Nice juxtapositioning.
Quill
Filled with grace and truth. Just reading the title and first stanza I feel a simple poem of growing and aspirations. A spire that sprouts up and grows is breath taking. But I knew and hoped you wouldn't stop there.
The second stanza enlightens us to a truth of growing pains and a deeper spiritual truth and present reality. Today is a Friday worthy of contemplation. And given the last lines of the second stanza, "survive another eve, another dawn" we begin to relate to the spire in a universal way.
The last line is the triumphant sound of victory. The spire has overcome the sting of death and should we.
Again, thanks for writing without fear.
"Unless a kernel of wheat falls to the ground and dies it remains only a single seed, but if it dies it produces many seeds."