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Nature, Earth and poetry
Nature, Earth and poetry
Glory to the tree, splendor of the mountain....
Energy of the wind and of the sea
Solid is the rock on the mountain's top
Fluent, the waters when they stream like poetry....
carrying all the human cares, sins and pains ashore...
Nature is worth the words shed on her land
full of warmth that breaths humanity and spirituality
Patience rhymes with obedience, with kindness....
Lore comes to you when you go outdoors, feel the flora, probe the distant expansion of earth, not inside a mundane agora, when they fake the truth..
Unearth the truth that is within you buried, and sow
the words into fertile hearts and minds...crops shall be abundantly reaped...........
The morning breaks its sleep with a chirping sparrow
in a trickling spatter, with a budding flower, a dewy petal..
The world sleeps quiet even with a distant noise, but it sleeps against human caprice, and, the creatures timing with the sundown, they wake up with the sunrise, they sleep when the dark tides.......
...
We are slaves to nature' events, but against nature's actions........we are intruders to heaven's rules, we break the godly ropes the Natural bonds with nature's heart, we unleash the evil in us...when nature is left stranded............
Let's then, learn the basics from nature's rules and follow the rhythm of dark and white, of shine and rain, and rhyme accordingly..........
We stumble sometimes when we put nature behind our back, and think we
can do without, but we are poorly armed poorly initiated to what the supreme being has majestically created...and laid, in a perfect display just for us........
And then,We think we know words as we use them in poems, sanctified like innocent spirits on the alter of our lustful whims,,,,,
We ignore what words do hold, what kind of spirit haunts their core, their nature their source..we play with them as if they were toys and stuff them with unsuitable meanings,,,, they suffocate.
Have we tried to read our words from a child's eyes view, from a buddhist wise spirit, from a peasant who just cares of sowing, growing his crops or from a needy poor man who don't find what to eat?
Do you think he can feed his belly with empty words ..,,,???
Reconsider what you write and take from every mouth a word for a global audience, a wide range of listeners, you will reach all the minds and hearts ' levels, hence the purpose of poetry..
You are a humanist not egoist, not self-centered.poet.
Glory to the tree, splendor of the mountain....
Energy of the wind and of the sea
Solid is the rock on the mountain's top
Fluent, the waters when they stream like poetry....
carrying all the human cares, sins and pains ashore...
Nature is worth the words shed on her land
full of warmth that breaths humanity and spirituality
Patience rhymes with obedience, with kindness....
Lore comes to you when you go outdoors, feel the flora, probe the distant expansion of earth, not inside a mundane agora, when they fake the truth..
Unearth the truth that is within you buried, and sow
the words into fertile hearts and minds...crops shall be abundantly reaped...........
The morning breaks its sleep with a chirping sparrow
in a trickling spatter, with a budding flower, a dewy petal..
The world sleeps quiet even with a distant noise, but it sleeps against human caprice, and, the creatures timing with the sundown, they wake up with the sunrise, they sleep when the dark tides.......
...
We are slaves to nature' events, but against nature's actions........we are intruders to heaven's rules, we break the godly ropes the Natural bonds with nature's heart, we unleash the evil in us...when nature is left stranded............
Let's then, learn the basics from nature's rules and follow the rhythm of dark and white, of shine and rain, and rhyme accordingly..........
We stumble sometimes when we put nature behind our back, and think we
can do without, but we are poorly armed poorly initiated to what the supreme being has majestically created...and laid, in a perfect display just for us........
And then,We think we know words as we use them in poems, sanctified like innocent spirits on the alter of our lustful whims,,,,,
We ignore what words do hold, what kind of spirit haunts their core, their nature their source..we play with them as if they were toys and stuff them with unsuitable meanings,,,, they suffocate.
Have we tried to read our words from a child's eyes view, from a buddhist wise spirit, from a peasant who just cares of sowing, growing his crops or from a needy poor man who don't find what to eat?
Do you think he can feed his belly with empty words ..,,,???
Reconsider what you write and take from every mouth a word for a global audience, a wide range of listeners, you will reach all the minds and hearts ' levels, hence the purpose of poetry..
You are a humanist not egoist, not self-centered.poet.
Published 14th May 2023
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