Standing on edges of oblivion, enjoying the view as it
touches me interiorly, awakening senses, rising deftly
into another dimension.
Plaintively feeling the ingenuity of interior and innate
knowledge, rearing it's brilliant head above the mundane
and ordinary ideas in life.
Choices moving forward, depicting their possibilities to
intellect, mind enjoying this game of intellectual chess,
invigorating my brain.
With an energy of conceptual mirrors, contemplating each
move to be made, explicitly taking the impossible, and
developing it into new forms of purpose and usefulness.
You are right. It's awesome to get energized by playing the chess to cheer our mind up. Thank you for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The very first stanza takes you to the edge of consciousness because it borders oblivon. You have never sought inspiration so far from any common-place before. Remember the summer concert you were engaged to write your spontaneous reaction to each country group in succession? Of course you do - you told me the poems kept flowing but that was many musical groups but only one poet! That experience was the polar opposite of this one at the edgeof consciousness, in the interior world, far from people. If anything the references to chess soften this extreme experience because it suggests a social activity. But the poem is not, it's one person's encounter with interiority. Put this one with other interior poems.