Everything is full of its own essence;
so full, it shines beyond itself
and makes its own space,
an inner space so great
that it meets ourselves in its own radiance;
so full that if we name it –
blade of grass, thunderstorm, darkness, angel –
it sighs to be named, lowers its eyes in sadness,
silent with a certain regret
at being parted from the name it shares
and even when we say that name –
say it quietly, listening as we breathe,
call it some name like God, or poet –
even then it sighs a little
like a child knowing its first fear
yet shining with forgiveness
like a tree, like an angel, like a feather.
A delightful decoration of words playing out so soothingly to both ear and mind. Thanks for sharing these words, Mikey. With warmth, Gina.
Dear Michael, This is a wonderful poem. The message is soul-lifting and inspiring. It reaches out to our highest being and enables us to behold the God within. The last couplet is perfection. Beautiful writing! All the best, Hugh
Ray Stevens had a hit song back in '71 titled 'Everything is beautiful' in it's own way. Like your poem Mike
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Michael this was a wonderful capture of essence, and quite spiritual. Enjoyed. :)