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The Invisible
The Invisible:
The opal's majesty perches on a sun spore's crest,
from the feather to the rainbow,
irradiated across the bath of the garden hose,
refining itself
fainter,
ascending the dispersal prism along the ladder of Jacob
into ineffable beauty.
A pure light nimbus buttoned up the obscure newborn's chest
while a cooling frost rounded the star confessing,
"This is a human soul."
And the frost, in mute depart from that everly wisp through the transient vacuum,
extracted Neptune crystal,
committing the sun with a ring of an aeon
before plunging all
in Earth's primordial sea...
Because a spirit isn't apparel, it is often lost in excavation.
The elapsed meteors ached in iron ore.
The species's bureau pried the golden teeth sealing water stores.
Though,
the jewelers of the visible world could not appraise the Atman in its incorporeal sincerity.
The disembodied soul dove in Ganges mudwater for 60 days
and waxed itself by the smear of Tasmanian honey
("Could you see me once again?")
and repawned itself as opal's fairest material shade.
The opal's majesty perches on a sun spore's crest,
from the feather to the rainbow,
irradiated across the bath of the garden hose,
refining itself
fainter,
ascending the dispersal prism along the ladder of Jacob
into ineffable beauty.
A pure light nimbus buttoned up the obscure newborn's chest
while a cooling frost rounded the star confessing,
"This is a human soul."
And the frost, in mute depart from that everly wisp through the transient vacuum,
extracted Neptune crystal,
committing the sun with a ring of an aeon
before plunging all
in Earth's primordial sea...
Because a spirit isn't apparel, it is often lost in excavation.
The elapsed meteors ached in iron ore.
The species's bureau pried the golden teeth sealing water stores.
Though,
the jewelers of the visible world could not appraise the Atman in its incorporeal sincerity.
The disembodied soul dove in Ganges mudwater for 60 days
and waxed itself by the smear of Tasmanian honey
("Could you see me once again?")
and repawned itself as opal's fairest material shade.
Published 19th Jul 2018
| Edited 31st Jul 2018
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31st Jul 2018 00:17am
Thanks Crepuscular_Night :)
I thought of it when I had a close friend who always overlooked my appearance and would just talk about my soul saying that the soul was all that mattered.
But that wasn't good enough. If my soul is beautiful and my appearance doesn't matter, then I am disembodied. And no matter how beautiful a soul is, it's invisible and unappreciated/underappreciated in the physical world.
My friend could only comfort me with spiritual words. No matter how important the friend told my soul was, I was neglected because my whole self wasn't appreciated.
I wrote this poem as an analogy to that. The opal wants to be beautiful and then becomes a soul. As a soul, it was the most beautiful thing possible, but wasn't treated as valuable anymore, even though it was the most valuable thing. So it dirty itself, became less beautiful and then was able to sell itself.
It was really a big compromise to become just physical. It sacrificed its truer beauty.
But that just goes to say that even though society claims that the soul is all that matters and is the most beautiful thing and that looks aren't important, it still doesn't act like it.
I thought of it when I had a close friend who always overlooked my appearance and would just talk about my soul saying that the soul was all that mattered.
But that wasn't good enough. If my soul is beautiful and my appearance doesn't matter, then I am disembodied. And no matter how beautiful a soul is, it's invisible and unappreciated/underappreciated in the physical world.
My friend could only comfort me with spiritual words. No matter how important the friend told my soul was, I was neglected because my whole self wasn't appreciated.
I wrote this poem as an analogy to that. The opal wants to be beautiful and then becomes a soul. As a soul, it was the most beautiful thing possible, but wasn't treated as valuable anymore, even though it was the most valuable thing. So it dirty itself, became less beautiful and then was able to sell itself.
It was really a big compromise to become just physical. It sacrificed its truer beauty.
But that just goes to say that even though society claims that the soul is all that matters and is the most beautiful thing and that looks aren't important, it still doesn't act like it.
