With me poetry is about subduing one's conditioned mental reflexes, and allowing purer inert forces to take control of the stylus. In short, poetry should be about transcending the physical into realms of the metaphysical. The heart of great writing is spiritual and not commercial. One must take the "I" out of a work as much as creatively possible.
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Know the difference between oppression & suppression. Oppression is overt, can easily be identified & “conquered”. Suppression happens in subtle realms of consciousness, is subconscious or unconscious. Many sophisticated, educated masculines, are involved in suppression of feminines for fear of descending into subconscious realm to unshackle masculine domination/control there. Unless we recognise how this suppression is exercised to retain egoic selves, we remain trapped in humanity’s prisons.
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“As poets we need to understand how Time works so that we can interpret the interplay of different realities and dimensions. Time is within the 4th dimension or can be seen as a dimension within and of itself, which gives humans access to dimensions beyond the 3rd. Without a grasp of Time as play and illusion, know that transcending and ascension is impossible.”
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Men and women are like mountains and mountain climbers. Women are like high mountains. Men are like the climbers. When men have not ascended them, they dream of ascending them. When they have ascended them, they climb down with the determination either to ascend again or never again to ascend. . . depending on their experience while on top them. ~Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
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You can tell who writes from the heart -- there is a living quality to those works transcending mere Intellectualism.
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Kindness is a language understood by all, transcending all barriers; speak it often and fluently. - Aloo Denish Obiero
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I can be faithful, in the bible well read, yet feel profound sorrow and isolation. Transcending comfort gotten from absorption of divine text, we are creatures of inescapable human frailty. That is what separates us from God...and endears us to God.
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If the perception you assume is too distant from reality, just wasting time contemplating and transcending into foolish reasoning: brace yourself, it's time for a bitter dosage of awareness. Not confronting the problems you avoid for fear of the outcome can swerve your attention somewhere else and increase your fright.
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She spoke
and her words
were like a ringing echo dying
or like smoke
rising and drifting
while the earth below is spinning.
She awoke
with a cry
from a dream that had no ending,
without hope
or strength to rise,
into hopelessness descending.
And an ache
in her heart
toward that dream, retreating,
left a wake
of small waves
in circles never completing.
('Circe' by Michael R. Burch)
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