Is poetry more than beautiful thoughts
dancing a chance
across a glance-of-consciousness?
Ah, Poetry! -- do you have a mission?!
The consciousness of all humanity speaks
thru the Voice of the poet/ess.
Poetry plucks the heartstrings with evanescent
wonder, iridescent dreams, mellow melodies...
Poetry heals the spirit that is wounded
infills the soul with renewed wonder
stirs the imagination with new revelations
begets the highest of human aspirations
Poetry purifies us
quickens joy for its own sake
Poetry fountains from Source
strong rivers of flowing Truth
Poetry is the whispering Silence
Poetry is the loftiest creation
of human perception & inspiration...
Poetry reveals delicacy of soul & strength of heart
Everymoment is poetry, when we truly SEE
thru the eYES of Poetry
shift/span/scan space, all time's graces
tracing their flow thru undulant lives
Poetry is a nightfall of fresh sheets
while the owl cries the nightwind
Poetry is soft eyes & hands joining dreams
with trembling lips
Poetry is a Lady
dancing naked in candlelight
to sensitively sensuous flesh
Poetry is an orgasm of concentration
a knotting of particularities
the shimmering ecstasy of the vulnerable opening...
Poetry is all delicate nuances of touch -- meshing...
Poetry is naked thighs, laughing eyes,
a rapturous YES! let's joyjuice the
froLick!someMOREnight! -- & soar!
Poetry knows no bounds in tantalizing suggestiveness;
simple wonder is its strength
Poetry speaks the languages of stones & sea
breaking thru the dykes & dams of rules' constraints
with an unloosed torrent of variable-vocables
tiding strange stimulations, inspiriting
elevations of the soul, tingle-mingling
tintinnabulations unequaled in blithe-glee
flighting an infinite variety of sweetvoices
tendering fresh jollity
streaming liberty's vagrant caprice
Poetry is where imagination grows benignly amorous
with all noble emotions, giving birth
to obscure impulses that take exquisite
pleasure in what-iffing the ineffable
Poetry is the wine of the cosmos, all weirdly
wonderful in its exhilarating oddnesses
Poetry is the mystic play of the meta-organic function
of a plethora of idiosyncratic anomalies
(sometimes discovering moonflowers in
strange gardens whiffling alien fragrances...)
& ah! sweet-limbed Poetry, where
in a spirit of titillating playfulness
we tongue evocative phrases
snatched -- like a sacrament --
from the almshouse of the Muses
-- to amuse ourselves -- to
revivify our sense of enchantment
-- to inspire quivering intensitudes
in the mute lover's persistence in
penetrating the pregnant Silence...
night holding the snow
in suspended animation...
all those delicious shivers of anticipation...
Poetry is all finenesses of textures
of heartsinging vibrance
--spraydrift of ripe sensitivity
seeding the night
seeding the sunlight
rainbowing ripening hope...
Poetry is the luminous language of the stars
upon the mirror of Infinity...
Poetry is the brighteyes of the serene spirit --
in harmony with the vitality of the universe
Poetry is the deeper silence behind all words
of all speakers...
Poetry is the blind groping
of hidden roots for the Light's caress...
Poetry is love's passion for the Divine...
Poetry is the freedom the imagination loves
the shining stimulation
joysongs of light
creatures of air & flight...
Poetry speaks the evolutionary language of the soul
Poetry is the search for the innermost essence
Poetry is the heartshrine, shining
Poetry traces the development & perfection
of ThaT within us
In the luminescence of recurrent longings
poetry is holy
as the softness of infancy
Poetry is the ecstasy of the Divine
enfleshed into Word
Poetry is the cosmic-orgasm of the eternal
flooding from the inner room
Poetry plants time-seeds
that may not sprout for a thousand years
Poetry is phoenix feathers & flesh petals
coming to the stars
Poetry is the gurgling
of the Children of God
the wild sweet music of aeolian wind
harping the highest Truths
Poetry is robes of livingLight
clothing the Children of the Light
-- rainbow radiant
Poetry is the speech of this Divine Generation
Poetry is the song to be ever-returned-to
echoing thru the chambers of our heart's fondest
memories, again & again & fountaining felicity's again...
Ah, Poetry -- what more to say? When one comes
face-to-Face with Poetic Reality
Poetry is GODDESS! undressing the naked light!
Poetry is the Living Spirit
dancing into time-out-of-mind, dancing
even into maya-dreams to allure us towards
the SHOCK! of AWAKE!in-ing...
Poetry IS...as i am That I AM...