Expansion

[Bill]

Expansion

 

. . . Poetry will never fail you. ~ Karama Sadaka

 

This is true . . . yes, it is.

 

Poetry does not fail us, but we fail poetry.

We falter,

We stumble

In the gardens

Of our dreams

Over our indifference, doubts and fears

 

Do you live a poetic life,

Filled with Joy,

Happiness,

Compassion,

Harmony

And Love ?

 

Wherever I look,

There is poetry!

 

When I look within,

I realize that “I AM”,

And that my friend

Is poetic

 

You are poetic,

Life is harmonic, melodic and rhythmic . . .

Can you hear the music ?

 

The great composition of life

Calls for our instrumentation

 

When a leaf,

Solitarily or in groups

Falls to the earth

There is poetry in the movement,

The journey . . .

Can you see it ?

 

The clouds drift languidly

Across the skies

Playing poetic games

With the shadows they paint

Upon Mother’s being-ness

 

I listen in my “Here-ness”,

My “Now-ness”

 

I Listen

To the

The brook,

The spring,

The river,

The ocean

And I hear poetry

Streaming,

Screaming

My name

With loud whispers

To my soul

 

Feel me . . .

 

I am vibrating

In multiple dimensions,

For the gates

That collect the toll

To the bridges

That we all must cross

Open only

To poetic spirits,

For poetry is the light

Of all humanity

 

The movement,

The journey is poetry,

Perfection personified . . .

 

Feel the energy

And allow it

To anoint the spirit

Of your life

 

Poetry is blessing my life . . .

It lays guard

To how I walk,

How I talk.

How I think,

How I smile,

And all other aspects

Of my life

When I move ‘Me’

Out of the way

And allow poetry to remain infused

In my ways,

My spirit,

And all that “I AM”.

 

I see poetry in your eyes

Pleading to be untethered

From the mundane

We all endure . . .

Needlessly

 

Blink for me

A million times

And then by 5 times 5 exponentially

And see the wonder of poetry

That patiently awaits

The opening

Of your 3^rd eye

 

Let us expand our horizons

That we may see our potential

Looming with open arms

Ready to embrace our

Evident evolution

As we resonate in verse

Be whatever the form

 

Poetry is formless

And of form

It is as you like it,

But like it if thy will,

For it is our collective destiny . . .

Fateful in nature

For we were fashioned by Poetry’s hands

In love

 

Expansion

 

 

© 4 april 2018 : william s. peters, sr.

 

www.iamjustbill.com

[janice wilson]

love this

wowie

I am singing

the joy of living poetry

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[Bill]

thank you so much my dear friend . . . blessings

[Eva Libre]

Awesome Bill I love this, thank you :)

[Bill]

thank you Dear Eva . . .  love, Light and blessings