The Passion Of A Poet Poem by Norah Tunney
The Passion Of A Poet
The passion of a poet
is rooted in the sacred,
there is nothing in this world that is not divine,
we live in a world full of stories
weeping for expression
longing for release.
it's 4am
and I'm savouring the taste
of my first cup of coffee.
Oh look! !
gods little night lights
twinkling
in a bare black beautiful sky,
it makes me want to cry,
I feel a deep devotion to the present moment,
to the innocent beauty of things,
this world is my Cathedral-
I do not need shrines,
there is nothing in this world that is not divine.
This beautiful, beautiful world is my cathedral.
At the first appearance of THERE IS NOTHING THAT IS NOT DIVINE I nodded my head in agreement. The second time, the truth of it opened my heart. I was deeply by STORIES WEEPING FOR EXPRESSION: you animate the very stuff of our writing and make it as alive as we are. And your line I FEEL A DEEP DEVOTION TO THE PRESENT MOMENT is the essence of your ARS POETICA. This poem gives me faith in those random moments when our imagination keenly seeks to express itself in a spontaneous poem.
Thank you Daniel for opening this poem up for me.I had reservations about putting it on PH because it felt almost too simple and spontaneous. So I'm surprised at the response. Yes it's such a wonderful experience when a poem flows directly from the alive moment and is expressed, because much of the time they come from reflecting and sinking into experiences. You have given me confidence to trust the spontaneous movement. Deeply appreciate that
Beautiful passion filling the cup of coffee savouring wonderful moments. Loved reading it.
He Geetha when we slow down the most simple things become delightful. Thank you
Thank you Geetha just saw your comment today. Yes- Joy shines through the most common thing even the taste of a cup of coffee.
This is an amazing work, Norah. It made me think about the function of an artist, a poet. Can the writer bring on the light? Is it possible that the author can turn the mundane, the ordinary, perhaps the neglected or abandoned, into the divine? Is that the (a) relationship? A terrific poem, Norah.
Lovely! ! ! Lovely! ! ! Lovely! ! ! we live in a world full of stories weeping for expression longing for release. - - - - - - - - What a way to phrase this truth! and stories weeping for expression knocks my poetic socks off! ! gods little night lights twinkling in a bare black beautiful sky, - - - - - - - - - - - - -you caught the joy of the moment here which also means you caught that essence of wonder that a child has so bountifully this world is my Cathedral- I do not need shrines, there is nothing in this world that is not divine. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - perfect ending and Cathedral the most perdect word choice ever! 10++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Thank you Susan for your reflective comment. Your input is always so unique, so interesting, so beautifully you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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The passion of a poet is rooted in the sacred, there is nothing in this world that is not divine, it makes me want to cry, beauty of the present moment innocent joys world as your shrine where the Lord lives, the lover of your heart. Just wonderful my mystic poetess…….. i have a thirst to read you. Tony You wrote to me about Abhischiktananda…. I was surprised. I went to him very often and remained there in Kurusumala with him. He was the first priest who introduced me to Philokalia. It was a free gift to me and told me you will become a great mystic. He was the first one to tell me that. All the more was my joy when you wrote about Abhishiktananda. Do you know his friend father Bede Griffiths? I was with him too. You told about your love oft he desert. I went to the deserts of Egypt and remained there a while. Luckily i had a chance to be in a kloster of sisters. They allowed me to stay there and go to the desert- - - i went usually in the night to the desert. It is true like minds meet. God bless you. Become a great mystic dear poetess. It is a divine call. God bless you. tony
Isn't that amazing dr Tony. You actually knew Abishaktanada He was such an obscure hermit I have read all his writings and a recent book about his life. He lived in caves in the Himalayan mountain range. But with Bede found the first Christian ashram.He died in 1973 I can hardly believe you knew him. In my early twenties his writings inspired me to live a solitary life. Another cave dweller was Ramana Maharishi the great sage of India, .Abishshakanda met him way back in the 50s. He too inspires me.Its a small world Dr. Tony. What a lovely surprise to meet someone's else who met the beloved hermit Abishakanada.