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Magi
I see too much...
and seeing is knowing
I know too much...
and knowledge is love
I love too much...
and love is pain
And…
Pain feels like the end of things.
because…
Pain ushers in the sin of nothing.
A crescendo of silence
that contains such expansive openings.
Memories
&
Reflection
The seas of rejection & dejection
The solitude of alienation
&
Aftermaths of creation
because…
Creativity addresses
possesses
discards
into white recesses
unless
the possessed
possess
stone centers
because…
even the ancient magi channelers
sometimes met their ending
or...
beginning
by way
of
lightning
(This is a write about the creative process of poetry, which I have always found to have a correlation to the ancient Persian Magi, who were said to have the ability to channel the lightning. I believe the Poet is a Magi. Although we perhaps have our own methodologies, the results, in my estimation, are the same… A concentration and consolidation of the elements that results in a moment of purity and power, into a reverberating wave-length of beauty, unto the most high.
I think that when operations such as these are conducted there are what might be called side effects, as seems reasonable in light of the idea of the divine and the mortal coming into contact with one another, like Michelangelo’s conception of “creation”.
I will say that the more you channel the stronger you become. However, there may always be moments of residual inertia.
“Mad pain in a ninja’s heart.” - Bobby Digital
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