I Am The Heart Of The Sky I Cry The Tears Poem by Terence George Craddock
I Am The Heart Of The Sky I Cry The Tears
who is this poet happily distance running
through maze labyrinth landscape of mind
where mind poet thoughts are one...
in break dawn red fingernail light poet wandered
through ripe words night dew creativity waking
emerging from dream sleep poetic verses
poet stretches writes river word streams flowing
poet stretches again writes river words primeval
Amazon writes source of ancient Nile
mystery Yangtze sacred Ganges mighty Mississippi
poet writes river sources gift water life into global
landscapes water parched places rain waiting
poet mist breathes evaporation aspires into air particles
heat rising stretches out across vast far distances earth
poet is profound ethereal white fleece clouds
fair weather fleeting water absorbing flying air currents
in soft gentle breeze cloud drifting passing into increasing
high wind mountains past roof top of world aspiring
climbing gathering storm cloud identity lightning flashing
thunder clap cracks loud scary intense rumble rolling
poet is free falling through wind mind clouds
I am the heart of the sky crying tears of life from raindrop
myriad diversity falling falling falling are all creeks streams
rivers born blessing all near distant lands
with more rivers than any man can count...
atmospheric rain rivers falling showers gentle rain falling
poet is mystical evaporation precipitation water cycle
ecosystem life without water expressed in free flowing
streams rivers writing possibilities of life into myriad earth
landscapes beauty would diminish to a desert dismal level
perceive honour treasure preserve sacred life gift
gift element water for without poet water you will
have no life I am the heart of the sky I cry the tears
of life I am water I gift the life....
Terence George Craddock (Afterglows Echoes Of Starlight)
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
I also believe thoughts need animal personae, or else they'd be empty...to dance within animal masks or feel distant kinship with them, is to know man's place in Creation.
A single metaphor may perhaps parody one leap of thought, but the workings of thought require a natural system for metaphor. Without metaphors thought would be empty code. With metaphors, thought entwines with reality's fabric.
To restore fluidity to thought requires the atmosphere's transporting currents and the givingness of a rain cloud. Fluid thought enters into all that grows.
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Thought-water flows into the germinal forms of all growing things, and each thing flows from the thought of itself.