The Sublimity of Poetry: Monday's Inspiration 16, an Offering to Nellieanna
Buddha with mudra
The Poetry of Words
A Sonnet
Sometimes, the sublimity of poetry is enough.
The sound of Basho’s frog;
The one hand clapping of the Buddha,
Beats in the awakened stillness of the Spirit.
The play of nature dances.
The whispering palm trees;
The quintessence of beauty, takes wings,
In the magical grandeur, of my soaring bird.
Time
The music of Silence carries its own melody;
As such the mystic poet,
Soaring on the inner flames of loftiness,
Waltzes to the soundless magic of the flute.
Weaving a sublime song with poetic sweetness,
She paints a most enchanting masterpiece on the Heart.
Sometimes, the astonishment is silent, like a gap in time.
The clicking of fingers seems absent,
Yet somehow speak to all.
And so the mystic symphony inspires the Soul,
Like Swan Lake, to the eloquence of graces,
Experiencing the mystery and mastery, of dance.
Manatita, The Lantern Carrier. Copyrighted, 24th June, 2017.
Poetic masters
Sweet eloquent line
Dreaming of Love in the Heart of man.
Mirabai
Quote from a poetic master
"Prose, words in their best order.
Poetry: The best words in their best order." -Coleridge