“Neither a lofty degree of intelligence nor imagination nor both together go to the making of genius. Love, love, love, that is the soul of genius.” – Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart

“Neither a lofty degree of intelligence nor imagination nor both together go to the making of genius. Love, love, love, that is the soul of genius.” – Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart

“He shall from time to time give to the Congress Information of the State of the Union, and recommend to their Consideration such Measures as he shall judge necessary and expedient.” – U.S. Constitution, Article II, Section 3

A rose by any other name is still a rose. That’s the proposition of Shakespeare, correct? All the same no matter how inspired or inspiring it is still simply part of the created. God known by any other name is still God. Science seems to dedicate itself to proving His truth but refusing to name Him. It’s an interesting thing…
In A Relevance of Universal Mind
by Michael Romani
In a virtual world
Mind is all that matters
With cybernetic flags unfurled
We run them full until they tatter
Emotional mapping
Flawless in the snapping
Deviants and true hearts
Find their proof that departs
Into a post quantum path
Levels above the new math
All observation changes reality
And nothing done has true neutrality
All matter is nothing but vibration
Until it collides with another's inspiration
Becoming one with the human conscience
In ways that defy the conventions of science
Infinite in our complexity
Mixed in a mesh of synchronicity
Until it meets the observer of everything
Who created it all that from what known as nothing
To present this in the most direct
The simplest explanation is likely correct
The multiverse demands infinite observance
And in this, God has His persistence
The Eye of God rests in clouded Deep Space
As even the ardent scientists know and embrace
Relishing this created bit of eloquence
Though trying to deny its relevance
God known by any other name
Is still the God of love, whatever shame
Call Him whatever you like as you seek to find
But, in the end, He's still there as the Universal Mind
(c) February 4, 2020 Michael Romani
All Rights Reserved
“Keep your face always toward the sunshine – and shadows will fall behind you.” – Walt Whitman

“Honesty is the first chapter in the book of wisdom.” – Thomas Jefferson

“The foundation stones for a balanced success are honesty, character, integrity, faith, love and loyalty.” – Zig Ziglar

Social media.. boon or bane? It’s hard to say. At this present moment, it seems that the greater the tools to meet and greet our fellow humanity embraced in our chosen moments, conversely we are losing some of sense of family, community and togetherness. Maybe it’s always like this with the good and bad of it as humanity goes through and has gone through transitional periods? (This was supposed to be posted yesterday. I won’t name names but someone decided to spend time with someone else instead. Sorry but not sorry. I’d call time spent with her a bargain, the best I’ve ever had.)
Flickring Twitters of Instagram Moments by Michael Romani In our moments of time We capture what we see Both the practical and sublime The pieces are caught quite fragmentary Magical pieces of glass transform Instantly relaying bits that do inform All across the known universe Quicker than movies, slicker than verse Instagram moments transforming history And it has done so mostly quite visually Looking at what's new from Silicon Valley Has rewritten our world's code digitally Not that we have time enough to care But craft of this design is everywhere It's up to us to find the best user interface And then decide what we're willing to embrace In its use we find the worth of cost What should be added and what should be tossed Life has become a showcase of expression In a too busy world where so little leaves impression It's all about the building of relationship Whether it is love, friendship or worship All of this is a bit lifeless absent amalgamation That is, except for, the roots of our imagination (c) February 1, 2020 Michael Romani All Rights Reserved
On bad days, I awake wondering if maybe Don Quixote wasn’t on to something in his belief of pursuing impossible dreams. Other days, I dare to dream these.
Tilting Mental Windmills by Michael Romani Captured frames from your window Map the layers of your mind The musician's tears play the flow As the twenty-first century blurs into seek and find A cornucopia of decisions made too fast In the hope of holding onto something that will last Life after death loses its fear as we near that door Knowing that fragments of us will live on beyond our days Two hands join into that something held together As we embrace this brave new world hoping for better The pain felt cuts deep, and yet, is mere perception We must go that too far to get beyond our deceptions We quietly plead for help in our feigned bravery Once we find our best answers are often knavery Each day woken up late by staying up into early Wondering at our brain fog and feeling kind of surly Puzzled by all things our minds dazzle in riff As we hold onto life cherished with Kung Fu grip Daily walks through the corridors of our experience Can we help but wonder if mind trips are set by preference Surely time is time and yet it remains subject to will We blink in the daze jonesing for our thrills Curiously stricken poses in the collaborators we choose Bound by all we are, we find we win as we lose It seems that the world itself belongs to everyone We learn and know this more as each day is done And yet, the same is not true of each moment's glory We awake each day tilting windmills in humanity's story (c) February 2, 2020 Michael Romani All Rights Reserved
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