Thoughts of unknowing and you dance me
until I become the only movement... This tango undresses
my feelings and I am stripped of all bad thinking
to be enlightened. I am a Cartesian clear and distinct object
on this pyramidal peak of the mountain, where
the echoes trail off almost forever over the horizon.
Let's sing, either with power, or with angels, or with freedom,
naught else, nor no more songs, but a swing song,
a prothalamium, which
expresses nothing less than the clarity of our true feelings
and nothing more than the rightness of our straight angles of view.
There is the fullness of our love, where
God is knowable, whether willful or involuntary.
We can neither see still,
solace still one another
in our sufferings,
unless we are sadly stuck in His
unending love cycle. There is, in fact,
a cognitive itch
and a divination using the human form
while being alive,
when life is not alive in its own sense
except for the eternity.
We can be good people
through this consciousness of ours,
which is relentless and reflexive,
especially when it becomes an object in itself.
I am not myself,
I am only this reaction of mine
in front of others
like a doppelgänger in the mirror.
The more I feel the time passing
the more I understand the eternity.
Yet turn, turn to live each second of no return.
There is no yellow horse in our dreams,
neither is this golden ripe wheat field
our land of freedom.
The sun still shineson every still green sunflower
Following it from east to west each day.
I 'm spellbound by
the swinging sonorous cadence
of the birds chirping on the pyramids
and on the peaks of the mountains.
Topic(s) of this poem: dance, knowledge, love and art, mirror, nature, song
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.