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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.