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It is not what we see that hampers our spiritual

progress, it is the antiquated lenses we peer

through, ground by our years of well-meaning

indoctrination, tinted by our concepts

and supposed truths distorted by even our

epiphanies and peak experiences, producing

a cataract-generating conglomeration,

fogging even the most obvious insights.

 

As the two poems offered here start off with -

The Livingness and Potent Breath to follow, 

indicate that overcoming this perceptual malaise

is still a challenge for me as I work to see fresh

again, with an infant's eyes, my brain erased.

 

THE LIVINGNESS

Existing within the livingness, robust,

pulsing with vitality, energy destined

for action, the aliveness incorporates

a whole, completeness, with even

beyond the present in a panorama

of beingness.

 

Leaves thick, lush with May life float

and shift on the invisible wind, shade

forms shadow scenes across the red brick

walls and greener dew damp lawns, birds

express, machines holler repetitive roars,

here, now, within.

 

Perhaps it would be better to see without

words, constructs, terms, and terminology,

my brain erased, cleared, reset, and with

an infant's eyes peer into the vastness

of the whole me, no distinctions, no borders,

just an all-inclusive everything.

POEM BY G. 5.29.2017

 

POTENT BREATH

I ask at times

    to dream aloud,

fluent and wide,

    unclasped by concepts,

constraints, former truths,

    stale dictums – free

of all that hampers

    my being, my seeing,

this pursuit of purposeful

    living.

 

Free of all these frameworks

    constructed over difficult

times, or even in moments

    of elation or triumph-

worthy then, but now

    just laden with dust,

their inspiration clouding

    the skies of now –

let me turn the page

    moving on.

 

And when I do

    I breathe again,

clear, free, and fragrant –

    with deep breaths

now unhindered -

    the fresh and potent breath

overwhelms with its strength,

    vitality, and sweetness –

I am alive again!

POEM BY G. 4.22.2017

 

WITH LOVE, G.