I started early, took my dog
And visited the sea of poems
There in the basement of dreams
I found the lilacs staring back at me
I was impressed by the melody
How the sea withdrew in felicity
There was no turning back, it was set
The moon waltzed above my head
And I like mortals swooned
On the page of my youth
Where slow-motion still loved
The quietness distilled
From silence of the dove
And the summer made me beautiful
Inside, to protect me from the dying
Change was enhanced in song
Through sequestered scattered afternoons
And I was as much, my own sun
As the light escapes across the white
Across the wet throngs of spring
To be a poet of all the things we might become
Enlarging loneliness, with an inner smile
Finding joy in emptiness, that’s what
I know best, and it’s how I’ve survived
These books of bronze and blaze
And haloes of another time
I’ve felt the wizard suns
From distant eyes and praised
It’s all I have to bring today
All I am is me, and it’s a meadow wide
And it’s a storm’s encircling pride
And in my heart there is no setting or rising
There just lives a poem, that cannot die.
……and in my heart, there is no setting or rising
There just lives a poem that cannot die..
And a soul, free from the limitations of human voids.
There is no desert in this place, no pain, no woes, no foes.
Just the fluttering of a free being, free me..
slithering on the plains of timeless shroud, wrapped in eternal light.
Filled with the richness of words woven in cacophonies of perfect metaphors.
The soul of a poet.
This piece is rich Wuji 🙂 It speaks to me too.
Freedom from self-attachment is a curious state, I rather like it. It’s satisfying to ride the river of art to not just self-acceptance but self-dissolution of the pleasant sort. I suppose it leads to a highlighted identification with others, the collective and the nature-universal in a sense as the only alternative.
Yes the poor human psyche likes the idea of it, no matter how impractical.
@Wuji freedom is overrated. Don’t you think? When you ride into that state of understanding, where your head Meets your heart, you get lost again in the deeper forms of life’s mysteries. Poetry is too deep.
That’s a good point Izee.
Yep. Poets are deeper than the deepest seas and I’m a fan of your poems 🙂
Yes I like poets who have some philosophical substance to them or who are electic and don’t always write the same. Know any like that? Thanks for your comments though, they make me more happy to come and write here of late.
Yeah, I know one like that. His name -Wuji 😀
Yeah wuji is a funny name…
Care to tell me the meaning?
Well I like to think of it as a Taoist concept: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wuji_(philosophy)
Ok. Will read
Hmmmn… Ultimate, boundless, infinite.. An embodiment of the beautiful words you churn out.
Yes well that’s the legacy of growing up in an eco-village I guess 😛