Divine Impressions: The Way of The Esoteric and Aesthetic Lovers
“Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard are sweeter.” -John Keats.”
The esoteric or aesthetic poet works with 'feel' or intuition. He/she pulls from above or deep within. While there is no hard and fast rule, there is generally no interest in organised courses, as it diminishes the creative flow. Instead, there is an ability to dream, to imagine ... to stand still and to be. One shining example is of the Seer-poet, Sri Chinmoy, who is conveying a state of Samadhi, of Oneness with the Absolute:
“No mind, no form, I only exists,
Now cease all will and thought.
The final end of nature’s dance,
I am it whom I have sought… “ - The Absolute, by Sri Chinmoy. Copyrighted.
And herein lies the sense of sublimity, of profundity of the esoteric poet. The Seeress, or Seeress-to-be, is also generally exquisite; beautifully piercing. She not only feels the elegance and eloquence of which I speak, but paints it in colours, while cloaking it in a language all her own.
This is done to such an extent that the divine reader sees the message, not only in the wonderful artistry depicted in words and pictures, but tastes the Seeress consciousness itself.
Consider the enchanting dance of ballerina Maya Plisetskaya's Dying Swan, or the god-like gifts of Audrey Hepburn in Nellieanna's Hub, The Essence of Elegance. Do you feel the beauty of her flow, the passion for what she writes?
Here in another book, can you touch the yearning in Nishta's Soul as she sings, like David, an unparalleled psalm to the Beloved?
“Long have I drifted in this alien land,
Like a seafarer on a rudderless vessel.
My connection to You, oh my Beloved,
Has been broken like the ship’s rusty sails.
O Great One,
Fasten my Soul to your garments;
Flood my heart with your nectar-sweet,
And carry me to the immortal shores of the beyond.” – Fr the Book, Maxim’s for Our Children: A Look at the Teachings of Jesus, the Christ, by Manatita.
Of course the esoteric poet is equally at home with nature or things ephemeral. He/she is driven only by the beauty, light, the astounding … which touches the heart, whispers into the Being, and like a magnet, draws him/her into the repository of the Soul, to find meaning or expression. As such we get the:
“Seasons of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun …” of Keats, or
“Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on the snow….” Of Mary Elizabeth Fry.
More recent poets, of which one would find a good many on Hub pages, also expresses themselves quite sweetly, as the romantics did. Consider Nellieanna’s, Sweet Destiny:
“Oh - if, somehow
I sing my songs more sweetly;
If everything I think or do
I want to share with only you …”- Nellieanna H Hay.
Now take a peek at Longfellow:
Lives of great men all remind us,
We can make our lives sublime.
And departing leave behind us,
Footprints on the sand of time." - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow..
Finally, all lofty poets are drawn either consciously, or unconsciously, by an inspiration to serve. They seek no glory, but print, like Banksy, upon a blank canvas, so that whatever is written or shared, will benefit Mother Earth. They are selfless lovers of the Way and nearly always believe in a Higher Entity or perennial Presence.
There are many more aesthetic and esoteric poets who write for Hub Pages. This is just a sampling, of the exquisite outpouring of great works that I have seen. May you all be filled with the majesty of words; inspired by the lofty vision and artistic whisperings of these fine poets. – Manatita 29th April, 2014. Copyrighted.