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Wind and Flame
- Wind and Flame -
Outside the house, I hear the winds blow,
Rocking the wood of the roof up above...
The beams creak as nature doth so show,
More primal dominance, than gentle love.
I know those winds shall as swiftly abate,
But other storms I must endure eternally...
For humans may be crueler e'en than fate,
Wounding with words as devils infernally.
If only they could see the more lofty cost,
Of cruelty casually spent for no reasons...
Wandering like their victims hurt and lost,
To pay the price for their karmic treason!
So oft in life I hath shown mercy foolishly,
But I canst not show it to those who so...
Had treated me, so utterly disrespectfully,
That it left my heart filled with tragic woe.
The wind endures and I must be as such,
Like the wind, so that my voice is heard...
Until every heart, feels some of its' touch,
And every heart is changed by my word.
Look not to the clouds, but to my works,
Where lies salvation free of dogma's quirks.
Inside my soul I feel the flame e'er grow,
Hot enough to put a star to truest shame.
Thou may find truths beside its' hot glow,
The kind that shall, thy soul, e'er change.
Embrace this fire, join me upon my pyre,
Sing in the darkness, until I bring us light.
Fulfillment of desire, singing like a choir...
E'en should all of creation know a blight!
Seraphic blaze of hearts, becoming free,
Consuming all, creating anew, rising up...
No more limitations, only truest ecstasy,
And divine ambrosia upon which to sup.
The wind is wild, and my heart is equal,
In fury and ferocity to that very element.
My will is sharper than a sword's steel...
Cutting to truth beyond all concealment.
Beyond flesh, bone, mind, body and all,
The fire of my soul remains untouched...
Not scarred, not wounded, ne'er to fall,
Just beautiful and boundless, e'er much.
All that live bear similar sorts of sparks,
Even if they do not, to this fact, thus hark.
Within myself I feel as if, beneath flesh...
My being, contains e'er countless layers.
Each day, I discover something afresh...
For, I listen not, to the foolish naysayers.
One must remain steadfast to be happy,
And the wind is our teacher, in that way.
One must be divine in grace and dignity,
If one is to, in ideal heavenly bliss, stay...
For such is the path to truest perfection.
Not walling in the wildness that persists,
In a spirit called by the golden direction.
But, nurturing and guiding all that exists!
Tamed and untamed, wild and demure...
Fire and air, together in their maelstrom.
It lies within us, not upon distant shores,
Where the blind dictate right and wrong.
Let me open thine eyes to grand seeing!
So much grandeur, such sights as await,
Art of the sort to permeate all thy being.
Every hunger and thirst, to wholly sate...
Until satisfaction is met, cravings settled.
Within thy bosoms let these hopes be felt!
Outside the house, I hear the winds blow,
Rocking the wood of the roof up above...
The beams creak as nature doth so show,
More primal dominance, than gentle love.
I know those winds shall as swiftly abate,
But other storms I must endure eternally...
For humans may be crueler e'en than fate,
Wounding with words as devils infernally.
If only they could see the more lofty cost,
Of cruelty casually spent for no reasons...
Wandering like their victims hurt and lost,
To pay the price for their karmic treason!
So oft in life I hath shown mercy foolishly,
But I canst not show it to those who so...
Had treated me, so utterly disrespectfully,
That it left my heart filled with tragic woe.
The wind endures and I must be as such,
Like the wind, so that my voice is heard...
Until every heart, feels some of its' touch,
And every heart is changed by my word.
Look not to the clouds, but to my works,
Where lies salvation free of dogma's quirks.
Inside my soul I feel the flame e'er grow,
Hot enough to put a star to truest shame.
Thou may find truths beside its' hot glow,
The kind that shall, thy soul, e'er change.
Embrace this fire, join me upon my pyre,
Sing in the darkness, until I bring us light.
Fulfillment of desire, singing like a choir...
E'en should all of creation know a blight!
Seraphic blaze of hearts, becoming free,
Consuming all, creating anew, rising up...
No more limitations, only truest ecstasy,
And divine ambrosia upon which to sup.
The wind is wild, and my heart is equal,
In fury and ferocity to that very element.
My will is sharper than a sword's steel...
Cutting to truth beyond all concealment.
Beyond flesh, bone, mind, body and all,
The fire of my soul remains untouched...
Not scarred, not wounded, ne'er to fall,
Just beautiful and boundless, e'er much.
All that live bear similar sorts of sparks,
Even if they do not, to this fact, thus hark.
Within myself I feel as if, beneath flesh...
My being, contains e'er countless layers.
Each day, I discover something afresh...
For, I listen not, to the foolish naysayers.
One must remain steadfast to be happy,
And the wind is our teacher, in that way.
One must be divine in grace and dignity,
If one is to, in ideal heavenly bliss, stay...
For such is the path to truest perfection.
Not walling in the wildness that persists,
In a spirit called by the golden direction.
But, nurturing and guiding all that exists!
Tamed and untamed, wild and demure...
Fire and air, together in their maelstrom.
It lies within us, not upon distant shores,
Where the blind dictate right and wrong.
Let me open thine eyes to grand seeing!
So much grandeur, such sights as await,
Art of the sort to permeate all thy being.
Every hunger and thirst, to wholly sate...
Until satisfaction is met, cravings settled.
Within thy bosoms let these hopes be felt!
Published 31st Mar 2016
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1st Apr 2016 1:29am
My being, contains e'er countless layers.
Each day, I discover something afresh... I love what you are saying there. A write worth repeated reads dear Kara.
Each day, I discover something afresh... I love what you are saying there. A write worth repeated reads dear Kara.
24th Apr 2016 3:37am
Thank you so much, Grace! I am happy beyond words to see that you enjoyed my poem, and that it is one you will return to time and again. :D
