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From This Comes

I stand and watch in the greatest known feat somewhere somehow beside you me us and my vision is filled with this beat, carried killed found every page a book, welling sea everywhere I look, smell, and breathe loquacious liquid mandala round, a-pulse, a play of primal powers wave upon wave, triad eye the fragrant flow of flying flowers sculpture, song, silence, senses gone trust artists and the summaries of all art compassion, commitment, cruelty the luminous fabric of living beauty the photo I saw with your arm around me smiles, sun and light- repeat flowers behind stopped in time effervescent and evanescent the cause and the result at once timeless and ever present shared and yet a mere part from bones to blades of grass this vision is now mine thine divine ether event come and gone like a subtle spring a frothy fragile weave-ing greater than all views espoused by tiny men lining the pews awaiting our when to start all who have seen, have been again and curved again I stand and watch that and this your photo in hand in mind in the language of god Sat not a day, not blackest starry nights effulgent espousal of all ways all songs, stories, sages, and sights beyond mithya you came to me with this and that across this ocean, this sea these sands I notice you and luckily, you notice me above my head I hold this wooden heart in these crying hands from whence this swell became surface tension breaking these very hands shaking have ever been the silent same I stand and watch you as if in a trance inside above two of the audience who love the moving sea between us a'dance I open my mouth to greet and walk upon this very water to meet

Copyright © June 2008 Regis L Chapman

Additional Notes:
This poem is pat of a three I have written from a vision I have had lately even in my conscious mind. I say it like this because I have been trying, with poetry to describe this vision, which is like a living mandala and me standing beside it, as all of life abounds and throbs into and out of existence. There is a term used in yoga to talk about the qualities of this indescribable thing- Sat (sometimes translated as existence or truth), Chit (knowledge), Ananda (Bliss). Better translations of Sat and Ananda are: Sat (that which doesn't change in the three periods of time, past present, future) and Ananda (limitlessness, unbounded-ness). The Leila Gita was written for Leila but using the energy of this vision behind it, as it's been the open, safe, and honesty of our relating which has allowed me to see this vision. It's hard to describe other than a persistent waking dream. Like all the emotions, sights, sounds and alive-ness of the phenomenal world playing out before my mind's eyes. Sorry if it sounds weird. Thanks, Regis


This Poem was Critiqued By: Claire H. Currier On Date: 2008-07-06 22:42:21
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 10.00000
Amazing how your pen never ceases to amaze me.......how your words bring forth so much in the field of emotions, images, ....I stand and watch you as if in a trance inside above two of the audience who love the moving sea between us a'dance I open my mouth to greet and walk upon this very water to meet Always looking forward to finding your work. God Bless, Claire


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