SYMBOLIC ALLUSION
observing
sketching
endlessly
fascinated
&
reflecting
legible
lighting
fashioned
&
arresting
conscious
elaboration
in
visual
gilding
intricacy
standing
pale
Silence
Hidden
somewhere
Within the intricacy of intimacy!
Hissing
Somewhere
Within the iron glove of autocracy!
Blooming
Somewhere
Within the dome of tranquility!
Let silence pitched in
In three states
Waking , dreaming or deep sleep!
Amen!
mid song ~
yet almost lost to longing
methods of the mundane
soothe no more
distance holds my gaze
in ways that purge time
but not infatuation
the intricacy of binding spells compels
steals me back
to last gasps
of ecstasy
shimmers of tears clash
with murmurs still embedded in stone
lapping waters draw me under
until it is I that is too weak of will
within your embrace
I should expire
entranced completely by desire
no lapsing thoughts
nor dread in swathes
a mystery scaled
in a myriad of ways
woken up and ushered in
retrieved from perpetuality of sin
by moving earth
and crashing wave
transfixed eternal
by all the ways you save
widening
yet
discerning
elegance
reliance
upon
self-sufficiency
in
artificial
intricacy
with self-concious
indifference
in
unrestrained
uniformity
Why do you see only the frailty of my wings
Why are you mesmerized by my beauty
Intrigued by the intricacy of my colors
Dazzled by my aerial antics
Do you not see my strengths
My passions,
The urgency of my being
The immediacy of my purpose
Let me kiss the flowers for you
Ride the gentle breezes of your hearts
Tease the paws of frantic kittens
Alight upon the fancy of a child
Share with me the beauty of a moment
Fulfil the prophesy of the “Butterfly Effect”
By accepting the challenge
Let us become…cause
O my precious jewels
Opulent are my rings
October birth is cool
Opus of colors bring
Objects of mystery
Ode of poetic fuel
Of truth’s intricacy
Lofty phrases echo the quagmire,
labyrinthine there’s no easy exit;
Treading water but still feel I’ll sink,
intricacy leaves me meandering;
Labyrinthine, there’s no easy exit
for what prattles on inside my head;
I am starving for a turquoise breeze;
Treading water but still feel I’ll sink
beneath this atmospheric storm surge;
Maverick emotions lift me to crash;
Intricacy leaves me meandering,
the weather within is so complex;
My doppler radar spins endlessly.
Moving away from time and place
Creates some opportunity
From laws of nature, as we know
A sweet visage once a face
Now a nightmare changed by magic
Sanity tries to fight and race
Vanity does not allow this
Consume truth at a slow pace
To understand the intricacy
Knowledge flies on the back of a crow
Wing beats share in a landing brace
gilt
but of intricacy
of a mirror’s frame
guilt
shown an ember in me
am I not the reflection’s heel
am I not intrinsic
asked, though eschewed
you judge me mirror
abased, now
heavens just let me be
in my own camouflaged
hypocrisy
Within each intricacy
And delicacy
This shell's, this snow crystal's
This web's, as lovely
His thought process; first worked through;
Traced back now by you.
Playful child's, for a creator!
Toddled once Earth too!
Have you ever paused to skim a stone,
Seeing the interplay of physics, frolic and force?
Have you ever driven to a place unknown,
Meshing technology, wanderlust and law?
Have you ever danced with your own,
Moved by rhythm, play and gladness?
Has ever a moment’s passion shown
You your part in the infinite pool of being?
What string of happenstance brought you, alone
To here, this spot, reading this?
Whatever your answers, whatever their tone,
They matter not a jot!
What matters is that you have grown,
Feeling joy as part of the infinite intricacy;
Delight that the universal tapestry has been thus sewn.
This intricacy, this forest
fanfare of green life, flower
and fungi, the creatures
that crawl its damp understory
of bush and fern, and above,
the wing born marvel
of those masters of the air -
cause the mind to pause
with wonder as when under
the high ceiling of a cathedral.
Here too is something made
to hold what seems holy,
an ideal blest by a notion
of some unspoiled thing.
And here too are hymns
composed out of an innate
desire to praise by being true,
bug, bird or towering tree
all sharing in the presence
of that unfathomable mystery.
Dolphins in altruism
Camel in Tropism
Dove in intimacy
Fox in intelligence intricacy
?
He is not an animal yet.
In him, I find no threat.
Having gained him, I have won.
All the graces under the sun
Have you ever paused to skim a stone
And considered the interplay of physics, frolic and force?
Have you ever driven a car to an new place in an unknown country
And been awed by the meshing of technology, wanderlust and law that made it doable?
Have you ever seen a dance with partners intertwined to music
And pondered on the reasons why?
Have you ever had a moment of passion that lead to your own addition to the global gene pool
And marvelled at that coincidence of impulses?
Have you ever contemplated the string of happenstance that led you, to be here,
In this very spot, reading this?
Whatever your conclusions, they matter not a jot.
What matters is your wonder
And feeling of joy in being just a tiny part of this infinite intricacy;
Delight in this universal tapestry of unending motion.
I know but little
of God…
I see His creation
it’s breathtaking awe
striking for its beauty
its complexity
its unfathomable intricacy.
But my knowing be as nothing,
smaller than a nanoparticle,
but a whiff understand
of God
I be too small
and God
so unimaginably vast.
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