Anointed by Ideals
I have not processed the events
of the past two weeks, the wonderful
incidents, the beautiful people I met
the brilliant new ideas that were sown
in my mind, I have been anointed by
ideals flaming high, they are consuming
me while I stand immobile
Silently, no-one to share these passions
with me, my heart fibrillating within waves
of emotion washing through me, there is no-
one to talk to, no-one to ask for advice,
I don’t have words to express the feelings
that burn, when I say something I am
told to forget all these fancies
It is my duty to describe grey reality in the
drabbest words and overused terms I can
find, I must find an old rusted iron to bind
my free-wheeling mind to the here and now,
there is no-one to talk to, no-one to consult,
I’m crying alone, experiencing these feelings
all by myself
The excitement and ideas received at the
conference, the joyous events and people
I met, the indigenous costumes - I am all
alone in knowing and feeling with my heart
fibrillating within me, I’m crying alone, the
pain is growing into an unbearable
loneliness – at least these tears
Are offering a temporary respite…
Heroic Impulses, Jane Roberts
Jane Roberts says the poet’s role is to explore the
psyche’s horizons, pushing against psychological
barriers, finding new truths
Opening up mystical theories, new visions of inner
reality, a poet’s vision for the people relayed in words,
sound, rhythm and song;
Teaching trust in the spontaneous self; because the
theories of Freud and Darwin confined the imagination,
cramping our style
While religion’s belief in a flawed human being contaminated
all of humanity; although our impulses are heroic and normal
– I shall read “The Individual” by Jane Roberts…
As an introduction to the subject of heroic impulses…
Jane Roberts 'The Individual and the Nature of Mass Events'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem