Magnets Of Attraction (Sonnet 31) Poem by Panmelys

I suppose it must be dedicated to all true poets, unknown, or known, struggling to write the truth; not always recognized in their time. With a feeling that poetry has lost its fervor, its passion to displease and disturb; with an intuitive under-current of a certain emphasis on PhD's, which is often lineal and boring, searching originality at the price of repeating what's gone beore. I may be wrong. Yet, whatever magnets push my inspiration is innate, and was present at birth, and I believe it'll always be the few who count, perhaps chosen by some opaque new energy which begins to move upon the water's face. I am not alone in these beliefs, so I simply wish to share this new awareness of spiritual force, which I hope will encourage the new generation of true poets to never tire of weaving that web, to search deeply into nature's essential knowledge, and rebuild creation. The Spirit is always
present, though may change it's image to suit the world in which it must rise above all evil
wrong-doing, but without mentioning sin, or insisting on a personal god. As the Red Indian, Chief Seattle wrote in 1854: 'We may be brothers after all, we shall see. One thing we know, which the white man may one day discover - our God is the same God; You may think now that you own Him, as you wish to own our land, but you cannot.'
A prophetic and beautiful speech, all should read.