Sometimes The Title Of The Art Has Nothing To Do With The Art Itself Poem by Claudia Butler

And with a jolt third eye is alive!
I stand erect,
Rooted to Mother Earth
And crown to the heavens.
The gentle fire of body
Pulsating my moon energy
In ever increasing waves
Expanding ever outward to eternity.
Percolating particles of memory
And now I know!
Nay....I remember....
The double helices dormant
In their deliberate sleep
Awaken with deafening symphony
Of my rebirth
Writhing in their impatience
To be known in the world.
And yet a small smile creeps....
Creeps to my face with amusement,
As I feel the ancient and fleeting
Moments of this dimension
And the strength of universal impact.
From the moment that it all began,
To the mystery of creator....we laugh,
Because it is simply the dream sleep.
And the wheels of chakra spinning
And fortune fate in alignment
With our destiny-
Remember: You choose to be here!

(Fall,2011)