Still Poem by Daniel Reurink

Feeling still, a wave of love rushes through
Renewed, an inner vision of inherited will;
Forms behold; light shines all days anew,
Frozen warm frost complacent to kindled,
Fires sparking from Promethean's riddle,
Eyes open yet closed seeing within,
Haven tis concord outwardly filled,
Harmony surrenders to sound notes.

When I speak of the places I am alone,
Tis a body home, heart's abode,
Inner fires flaming from the core,
Source inside whole; crimes from before,
Lessons taught there a space-time memory,
Where thought disturbs the ocean's stilled,
Conical, Centrifugal, centrifical, inwardly alive,
Yet outwardly seeking my own demise,
Tension inside the familiar void's materialize,
Oblivion and gates, key and fates, destiny waits,
Upon the realm of free will; live without hate;
And embrace the unity of the divinity state!

This familiar metaphor, lake's and streams,
To the ocean to unite with the light beam;
Oceanic space-time waves redeem,
A connection to all things in divinity!
Energy and synergy; a connect of synchronicity,
Dependant on oneness; its grows and cleans,
To form a rebirth within the order of what seems,
Each epoch; a death of totalities team;
Pain is an illusion, as memory respectively conclusions,
That inside, tis a wave pulling apart delusion,
And crystallizes into the power of poetic musings.

As light, perchance, Apollionian in nature,
Each plants lives, dies, grows and raptures,
Itself into the light of a photosynthesizing gesture,
When there is nothing; it is a desert collective!