The Serene Sexy Ground Of Being Poem by Norah Tunney
The Serene Sexy Ground Of Being
Every moment is dripping with Being
carrying the scent of
wild fresh green,
luscious, succulent, sexy,
it is the bite-
the juicy spice,
the pure aliveness of Life.
Being never goes away
it is here to stay-
even when your mind is lost in stories,
and your hands
are wrapped up in the day.
Serene.
Unchanging.
It is the Eternal Guest...............
a place for the bone-weary body
to rest.
Intimations of ongoing creation reach us every moment because it has flung out a bouquet of appetites to multiply anticipations. Its many-mouthed purse holds layers of interplay that will never be nailed down, beyond all anticipation. High stakes in the game of participation are summed up in joy and pain. All the intricate tenacious adjustments are miraculously hurled forward to make the fabric of time. Even a wasteland sets a stage for growth to make its forays into. Happenings arise like waves on the ocean of Being, so how could it be a resting place for dreams? Yet it is! All living things come to us bedewed by Being. To embrace a living thing, with its complicated origins, takes us further into Being. .
This sense of being, this aliveness, is the perennial magic and a resting place for our wandering dreams. This is a very beautiful poem, Norah, and into my favourites it goes.
Thank you Tom it is the perennial magic. The infinite shining through our finite world.
The moment of being. I wish it upon everyone. I would say that conveying the essence of what you have made crystal clear is still to some like describing color to a blind person. The pure aliveness of life. What a stage this is we find ourselves upon. On the grand performance of being. You so magically raise the curtain. Splendid.................Being never goes away, it is here to stay.
The color one wants to describe is perhaps the fascination of grappling with meaning. To contemplate the meaning of that grand performance lends another dimension to it.
I prefer the word Being to God as it explains nothing but neither does God.Although Being has the advantage in being an open concept.its hard to form a mental image of it. The word God has more restrictions. The nearest thing I can come to God is the Great Mystery. Some Amazing Grace that moves through the heart of existence. I guess I am more of an agnostic than a believer. Bottom line Edmund know nothing. I am always way out of my depth on that subject. And yet the magic and mystery of it all constantly fascinates me. I am endlessly curious .i'm so glad you're not Poem Hunter friend.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Serene. Unchanging. It is the Eternal Guest............... a place for the bone-weary body to rest. peace, it is peace that we all search for. a great and noble soul search. love your poem. tony