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thanks @d-pend your poetry is very meaningful, I think you are very clever in composing interesting poetry

Dear @d-pend sir!
Creative poem of creative mind.
wisely put up these lines:------
|How is it ................... their covenants close?
Attempts to reconcile between God and man.God always stands with a kind person, whose purpose is to do good to others.
The atmosphere of the sun setting is peaceful in your photography.looking attractive.
Regards sir.

Damn man, I don't consider myself a dumbass... But they are pretty damn hard to grasp, your words... I will read it another 10 times or so...

Reading your poems is a big pleasure @d-pend. They make people think and awaken the brightest emotions. Thank you for support, I appreciate it and wish you a nice day)

"Irrational eyes" speaks to me of an instant of clarity in which a fiery twilight suggests such obvious truths, but which overturn beliefs, turning the gaze into a kaleidoscope of the universe revealed in words and images.

The first stanzas refer to the vision of the sunset behind a Christian temple that opens a range of sensations, thoughts, emotions, beliefs. Far from the interior of the temple and the sunset, two versions of the place where the Divine dwells are seen, expressed in the form of a question: 

>How is it that the polished purple greys speak thus, 
while the Beiges keep their covenants close?

Traditionally, families congregate in places of worship to worship God. This is observed during the reading:

>Changeling tourney
of folly and erudition—
twined through the turbulent pastures
of renunciants,
screaming vigilantes,
families flecked with gold.

But, the voice is kept on the sidelines, hypnotized by the magnificence of everything that involves a dramatic sunset. Finding outside, what he perceives is not inside. 

>Stripe of the sun
stirring Mars and mustard seeds
in a hot pan
until they blister at the seams
and crackle
into aromatic heresies.

>Wafting to the heavens,
fleeing from timid gospels
that seep upwards
from the not-quite-jungle.

And his insightful intuition insists on asking:

>How is it stories span centuries?
Captivate with their green fists—

spawning magic beanstalks
insisting at the impossible.

How is it possible that we continue to seek the divine where it is not? How is it possible that we do not observe that nature possesses divinity? How is it possible that we do not clearly see that we have God so close and do not see Him?

The images accompany the idea of irrationality of sight, as the title suggests, by reversing the photograph of the sunset behind the church, as if pointing out that what is below is "image and likeness" of what is above and that "irrationality" could be extended even more to the detriment of the other way around, since it is also plausible.
Good grassland takes are reflected in the following lines:

>twined through the turbulent pastures
of renunciants

What for me says: as the mountain grows free, so God grows in us if we feed it with love. God is not enclosed within walls, God is free as the wind, as the sun, as the grass, and so He manifests Himself.

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What a nice writeup

Your poem makes me smile again @d-pend,

I'm looking at the first picture which may be an orthodox church or it may be Mars with irrational eyes. And the skies? Who would notice a blade of grass and an out house in that oversized parking lot? It might as well be a pirate's cove and fisherman's harbor. But it is the magical place of prayer. The heresy to call God our father and to say he had walked here... The magical bean is planted. Step back and watch it grow. At first glance you will see nothing then you will see history.

@d-pend,

Dan, I liked it.

We've got it upside down *(last photo).* 

We're looking in all the wrong places. The divine is not to be found in the temples ... it's to be found in the tempest. The sun and the rain, the blowing of wind ... it's in the trees and grass as they stir. The sights, the sounds and aromas, pleading to be noticed and heard. Nature is the Church ... and it provides, as evidence of its existence, its greatest miracle: Life. 

*Quill*

Greetings, @d-pend
I guess our greatest quality is also our greatest folly. We are creative, inquisitive, and sensitive. That susceptibility makes appreciate beauty but also weakens us and makes us gullible. Our desire for answers is only matched by our frustration at not getting them quick enough. That makes a lot of room for magic beans and all sorts of mumbo-jumbo.
The first picture is great because it captures the two “orbital” objects of our lunacy (curiously there is not anomaly associated with the sun, is it?) and the maximum man-made object of conflict:  a church, making the latter look as disconnected and fenced off the world as those who fenced themselves inside its walls.

The concoction resulting from this relatively successful experiment (judging by its longevity, there the justification for the question at the end of the poem) is heretic in as much as it acknowledges its own absurdity

> Stripe of the sun
stirring Mars and mustard seeds
in a hot pan
until they blister at the seams
and crackle
into aromatic heresies.

Mark Twain put it nicely (and I’ll elaborate more on that in an upcoming post part of the @equipocardumen *Citario*) in *The God of the Bible Vs. the God of the Present Day*. As revealed by science the universe of the Bible looks like it has a toy sun and a toy moon ruling over some 8,000 square miles. 

The religious leaders behaving like “screaming vigilantes” is something I see every day in the streets of Cumaná. People boasting erudition but driven by folly, like a child stolen and changed by fairies. Where are the real children? we may wonder; the ones who were supposed to have been created in the image of God. If what we have is it, then, as Mark 
Twain suggests, we have a god problem. 

And, yet, I want to read that rhetorical question as an open possibility for redemption. In the same way may have gotten it wrong by insisting on certain kinds of impossible, we may get it right by virtue of the same stubbornness and ingenious tenacity.