When we return to our poetry
we can feel again
music filters into us
rhythms forgotten
vibrate in our hearts
mist drizzles out of our eyes
our skin; we become damp
we can smell our scent again
we touch others
we allow others to touch us
we listen
Is that you God, Goddess, Buddha, Great Spirit
that whispers
that guides
that breathes in and through us
that leads me to you
you to me
for a moment
before we change
into a mystery
at the end of our poem.....?
Rozanna Landavazo copyright November 2011
A poem about poetry. Yes! To the rhetorical question "is that you God, Goddess, Buddha, Great Spirit..."? Yes, I believe it is. Perhaps this may be why one might be shy? Is it I? I sense that it is. A spark of the "awakened one", the "Buddha" yearning to awaken within us all? Meant to share. Now I feel shy. The hell with it. Thanks for returning.
ReplyDeleteWOW, WOW, WOW you said what I feel when something, in nature, speaks to me. I become so damn alive, all of my senses become so sensitive. I have a very difficult time describing what it is I'm feeling, and now you have given it to me. Thank you for posting this. Barb
ReplyDeleteI'm so glad you "returned to your poetry". Lucky us.
ReplyDeleteDear Basque-Land.
ReplyDeleteHappy new year 2012.
Your time is yours, with your heart.
The prayer for all peace.
I can hardly wait for the spring, ruma ❃