The Poetry of The Heart: A Golden Vessel of Descending Light. To Word55 (Al Wordlaw)
To my Brother Al With Lots of Love
Love is the Supreme Artiste,
The poetry of the Heart a lofty brush,
To scribe a sublime beauty,
On the exquisite canvas of the Soul.
The moving finger paints its words effortlessly,
Like swans sitting on a serene lake,
To an ineffable place where
Beauty, wonder and grandeur, are One.
Every voice is stirred; floats, like the phoenix,
To a sacred alcove, in each burning Heart,
Placed on fire by the poet, and held in rapt attention,
By a golden vessel of descending Light.
The mind may not know this,
But the vastness of the Heart dances,
Swaying and waltzing to the melody,
Of a choral laced with Love.
This is inevitably channelled
By an Energy, whose only purpose,
Is a rapture of Sweetness,
Or the joy of the Soul in blissful union.
-Manatita, The Lantern Carrier. ©Copyrighted, 24th June, 2015.
~Awakening The Inner Light ~
Note: This poem, in its entirety, is my work and is re-produced here in its original form. The only change is the Title, to better reflect that Poetry has myriad forms. I myself have covered some of those both in prose as well as Poetry.
Each poet tries, in accordance with his environment, personality and character, to manifest the Light of this essential Art, and in doing so, reaches out to those receptive to his call.
Your contribution on the content, style, flow or character is appreciated. For anything else, you may wish to write to me with love, and I hope to respond as best I can, Grace allowing.
Ultimately, all is His, and perhaps this esoteric poem will convey some of this aspect of His Love and Consciousness. Hari Om!
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