"I cleave the heavens, and soar to the infinite. What others see from afar, I leave far behind me." Giordano Bruno (1548 – February 17, 1600)
Showing posts with label deceit. Show all posts
Showing posts with label deceit. Show all posts

Thursday, September 25, 2014

The Butterfly Hours ~ #01 Contemplation

 
 
 
 
 
"What's a butterfly garden without butterflies?"
Roy Rogers 
Lizzy Sider - "Butterfly"
About a month ago, I decided it was time to visit the Schmetterlinghaus (the Imperial Butterfly House), located in the Burggarten, Vienna. The last time I went was a number of years ago. The Schmetterlinghaus is located a part of a gloriously large greenhouse structure called the Palmenhaus.  This visit was initially to take some photographs.

Once I arrived, the visit, not unlike a caterpillar, metamorphosed into something quite different. It became a butterfly hour of profound contemplation on the beauty of truth in love. Growing up with my Father, I learnt the value of being truthful, as it was so important to his sense of ethics, how he behaved as a parent and a friend.

I realised, what I subconsciously always knew, but like most children failed to recognise, that my Father was one of those rare individuals that handled his family, friends and the wider world without deceit. He dealt with life in complete openness, truth and free from illusionary masks. I now understand this is why we successfully survived as a family unit of three. Father taught my sister and me, the value of truth through the profound love of his family. He showed us that love does not deceive, but deals only in truth when we truly care.

Saturday, April 26, 2014

Ode of the Two-faced Monster

Ode of the Two-faced Monster

Hark! Ness perfidiously glides from the new world’s shore
That false gem behind Peter’s counterfeit gates of gold
Traverses for another not so serendipitous rendezvous.
Two-faced audaciously vain painted from top to floor
Selfish and perfidious in abandonment of kith and kin
Deaf to loyalties laments and heart’s tears hidden in mist.
In a place renowned as the old continent’s city of amour
Savouring further a succulent two-faced plan so bold
She connivingly travels to be with her Gallian paramour
Indulging again so blatantly in well planned salacious sin
With plots to lay of envisaged trysts on new world’s shore
Hidden behind convenient frequently bloomed assemblies
Ness glides on preaching of known union’s eternal evermore.

© W. Heron, 2014


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