The sum of all parts!
I am interested in inspiring, not fluff. In truth, not bullsh*t. I am interested in the way certain words string together in a seemingly impossible way to create a disarming sentence. The kind that makes you sit down and give pause.
I am interested in the fantastical, as long as it is fantastic, and in poetry and science alike. I am interested in science that reads like poetry, or rather, finding the poetry in it. In every molecule. In every discovery. I am interested in history, even if it’s recreated for the reader’s pleasure, as long as it is written well enough that you slip into belief and stay there for the duration.
I am interested in the quiet in back of words, in what is hidden behind what is said, the quiet stubbornness of the details. I am interested in imagination, not in regurgitation. I am interested in freshness…
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Thirst is angry with water. Hunger bitter
with bread.The cave wants nothing to do
with the sun. This is dumb, the self-
defeating way we’ve been. A gold mine
is calling us into its temple. Instead,
we bend and keep picking up rocks
from the ground. Every thing has a shine like gold,
but we should turn to the source!
The origin is what we truly are. I add a little
vinegar to the honey I give. The bite of scolding
makes ecstasy more familiar. But
look, fish, you’re already in the ocean:
just swimming there makes you friends
with glory. What are these grudges about?
You are Benjamin. Joseph has put a gold cup
in your grain sack and accused you of being
a thief. Now he draws you aside and says,
“You are my brother. I am a prayer. You’re
the amen.” We move in eternal regions, yet
worry about property here. This is the prayer
of each: You are the source of my life.
You separate essence from mud. You honor
my soul. You bring rivers from the
mountain springs. You brighten my eyes.
The wine you offer takes me out of myself
into the self we share. Doing that is religion.
- Is Your Prayer Pure or Self-gratifying? (myviewandopinion.wordpress.com)
- For Every Pain The Remedy Has Been Given – Rumi Duncan Macintosh (blissfilled1.wordpress.com)
- Shifting Energy with Rumi: Move Into Your House of Joy (soulfields.wordpress.com)
- Rumi and the Quest for the Infinite (literarylew.wordpress.com)
- Great Poems We Love – Look at Love by Rumi (thenonpoetsclub.wordpress.com)
The words you force
The words you yell
The words you fictitiously pronounce
Now becomes you, becomes your energy.
Your energy flow is not lucid any more. Was it ever?
Your demand for a delusional lie to become reality shames you.
These words you force on me have backfired.
I see the colours you wear.
I must now forgive you.
The damage has been done. To yourself.
[ ABSENCE. A poem conceived by: Christina Clark ]
I am what I am.
In having faith in the beauty within me, I develop trust.
In softness I have strength.
In silence I walk with the gods.
In peace I understand myself and the world.
In conflict I walk
I am free.
In respecting all living things, I respect myself.
In dedication I honor the courage within me.
In eternity I have compassion for the nature of all things.
In love I unconditionally accept the evolution of others.
I have power.
In my individuality, I express the God-Force within me.
In service I give of what I
I am what I am:
Eternal, immortal, universal, and infinite.
And so be it.
~ Stuart Wilde
I am so beautiful, sometimes people weep when they see me. And it has nothing to do with what I look like really, it is just that I gave myself the power to say that I am beautiful, and if I could do that, maybe there is hope for them too. And the great divide between the beautiful and the ugly will cease to be. Because we are all what we choose.
There once was a skeleton
that dangled from the hanger
hung next to a blue dress
reputation of a fundamental
of secrets closeted
her stains could not sustain
the once unsullied
interlaced into her bosom
in darkness she nested
long term memory
until one day of
a prose was provoked
poetry hence projected
and all that was hidden
was summoned into sight
and as I write
doors open to the
dim is brought to bright
and diction brings forth light
such is life
of the dead
that lives through present
in search of
what Iyanla said…