But how misleading a title! for what is truly finished? Rather, one is DEFINITELY only the beginning of something I hope to love quite deeply by its "end." The other two are simple expressions of thoughts and experiences. The first is for you/ It's a haiku, I believe/ For my beloved.
I found my true love/ But death in life divides us/ Will our hearts prevail?
The second is composed of little observations I had during a partially meditative state.
To be a student of myself
Is to let silence be my teacher
Lessons unfold in gentle revelations
I am taught unscoldingly
From a syllabus of beautiful details
Quiet reminders of truths so oft neglected
Indeed. Life itself, daily overlooked.
The third is more akin to my typical style in rhythm and meter. It is quite rudimentary.
I am a levy, nobly bracing
Saving the world from a sea of rage
I am the dwelling of ancient forces
Timelessly warring through every age
I am a tree with roots and branches
Growing eternally, heliotropic
I am the verses of living poems
Gathered together in life's great epic
Surging, thriving, thundering, coursing
Present in everything, yet unseen
I am a unity, never divorcing
An infinite courtship of King for Queen
It's so beautiful when things write themselves, seemingly by unseen hands in the mind. I know many creative types are so familiar with effortlessly partaking nigh observationally in lovely works of art, but such creation is so foreign to me, and thus so beautifully and refreshingly novel! Throughout my days i've been far too present in any attempted poetry, it all seemed so forced and rigid. I remember longing for that unconscious flow that I witnessed in others, but yet considered mythical. So indulge my simple jubilation, for it is truly new to me. It may also be the result of SO MANY rootbeers after participating in "Hot Yoga" while in a state of complete dehydration and hunger. I almost projectile vomited on the girl behind me during a back bend. Wouldn't that have been lovely! She would have had to search for inner peace while gazing at her nose through my upchuck, gently cascading down her face. OMMMMMMMMMmmmmmmmmmmmmm.
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