Sweet Bliss

Flowing water, detail. Photograph by Juvy Martin.
Flowing water, detail. Photograph by Juvy Martin.

Poetry is not something I often write. When inspiration strikes, holding the poet's tongue would prove more difficult than catching a comet by its tail. The words flow like rivers from springs magically rising from rock and soil — a freshet of such strength and volume that make it seem all Nature is behind it, rushing to give it birth.

When such a Muse touches the mind's ear, heavenly symphonies sound. There is no care for rhyme or rhythm, but somehow they are found. At times, the mind calls forth words from depths that intellect finds strange and new. And yet dictionary shows them to be true.

Where do such blessings originate? Are they accidents from chemicals, drink or fate? No, they come from within. No mortal wrote these things. They come on gossamer wings and light within the soul, working their way through brain and out the fingertips.

Inspiration

Sometimes a situation can yield insights, but the individual has to be prepared for it. A hardened cynic might take assaults in traffic as merely another reason to hate life and to despise their fellow humans.

And yet, one ordinary afternoon a few decades ago, I found half a dozen assaults bring me to the brink of rage, only to find me standing at the precipice sprouting wings. Within that moment, the world changed. Bright shafts of light flooded my body with warmth and peace. Attention no longer lingered in earthly trespass. Such dire temptations were forgotten in an instant. My ire had melted and had left me dry with the sweet breeze of heavenly bliss.

Not only did I no longer see the other drivers as adversaries, but they were completely forgiven. I knew in that moment the true meaning of turning the other cheek. For they could have done anything they wished and I would have blessed them for it. Such was the invulnerability of the moment.

I held no mortal importances. Getting to my destination no longer mattered. I would get there, because it was my responsibility, but I felt no burden—no rush.

Because I had taken one hundred percent of the responsibility for those assaults, I was no longer victim. I had risen above the victim-perpetrator dichotomy and felt only peace. That was my first taste of pure forgiveness.

A moment later, as the true self—the inner giant arisen—turned toward my destination, I saw the anatomy of a miracle, and all obstacles were swept away in moments. The hand of God had moved just as it had for Moses—between Egyptians and waters deep.

Flowing water. Photography by Juvy Martin.
Flowing water. Photography by Juvy Martin.

Sweet Bliss—A Poem

The following poem was inspired by Denise Handlon's Hub: I Wonder—What Does a Spiritual Person Look Like?

Her words touched the same part of me that had awoken that day so many years ago.

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What ancient memories do stir within,
Quiet stillness, warm and free from sin.
Love,
Caress,
Bliss,
This!

The awakening giant shrugs off
The blanket of forgetfulness,
Feeling the Father's loving touch,
Just as it always was.

Sweet rescue,
Take me away from this
When the time is right
And the moment true.

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arksys 5 years ago from Adelaide, Australia

true it's not easy to hold the poet's tongue, but you laid it out really well. beautiful.


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lone77star 5 years ago from Cebu, Philippines Author

Thanks, Arksys.


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iitianabhisek 5 years ago from roorkee

nice


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raburcke 5 years ago from Fuengirola, Málaga, Spain

A little treasure.


PWalker281 5 years ago

Awesome! Your second paragraph (a poem in itself!) very nicely captures how it feels to write poetry. It's nothing like the left-brain-dominated "how-to" writing I often do. It feels akin to transforming emotion into words by some unknown process. There's very little calculation or planning. The words simply arise out of nothingness, ready to be put on paper. It's difficult to describe.

Rated up and beautiful!


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lone77star 5 years ago from Cebu, Philippines Author

@iitianabhisek and @raburcke, thanks for your kind words.


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lone77star 5 years ago from Cebu, Philippines Author

@PWalker, thanks! And I agree, nothing like the "how-to" I typically write, either. Such straightforward style pays the bills, but this feeds the soul. It's interesting how pieces like the second paragraph write themselves without any planning. I love that "unknown process." It feels much as like a wind blowing through my heart and starlight shining on my mind.

Always a pleasure to receive your input.


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jesusmyjoy 5 years ago from Bucyrus Ohio

very good i love it


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lone77star 5 years ago from Cebu, Philippines Author

Well, @JesusMyJoy, thanks for the kind words.


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starstream 4 years ago from Northern California

I am so glad you are sharing your writing here on hub pages. "Bright shafts of light flooded my body with warmth and Peace" sounds very alive to me!


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lone77star 4 years ago from Cebu, Philippines Author

Thanks, @starstream. Glad you liked it.

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