a Grain of Eternity! -------------------------------------------
My Soul a Grain of Eternity!
From a Grain of Sand to Endless Wastes
My Soul is a Grain of Eternity cloaked in Obscurity
Sharing the Agelessness of our Universe.
My desert is shaped by the Winds of my Soul
This bareness this barrenness
Contoured with gentle caress by Winds of Love
Splendid in its Arraignment the Dune a grain of Sand
Sealed by the 7 Rays of a Golden Dawn
This Nomad is at Peace
Blessed Be Eternity!
To Heavens Peak we stretch caressing
With Loving Gentle Touch to Reach
The Heart of The Child who holds
This Grain of Sand in His hand!
My Soul is at Rest.
Infinitesimally minute and minuscule , yep that's me . Yet it doesn't seem to bring me the peace and tranquility it brings you . I find myself considering asking God to allow me to be one of the four horseman of the apocalypse . There is too much bad in this world for me to find peace in contemplation . I guess I'm just not cut out to be epicurean . Seriously it's to much of a debacle debauchery down here for me to be able to feign self satisfaction , and although you asked for general advice from me , I ask you , how can you be so peaceful about it .
What an elogquent, profound work of art this is... the second stanza is by far my favorite and I love the imagery that is evoked through the gentle use of words and descriptions...
It is good to tell the young folk where the brave can get to! It's a service to everybody.
Your language is very direct, and yet it is a language of mythical imagery. You remind me of Blake ... whom the British middle class took to be a naive artist and a borderline nut case, but who was actually a master of a specialist craft, and also one of the poets who has been most studied and enjoyed by poets in English.
If we mention symbolism from an established system, then most readers don't know the system, so that we have to make sure the lines have self-evident meaning. The "7 rays" line might not mean a lot to most readers... etc ...
But all the same, I am quite sure that a poem has to satisfy the poet first! For the appeal of devotional art comes from the artists' love for the imagery and stories of their spirituality.
I have been reading about Gnosticism, and having difficulty understanding gnosis itself. But you made a few connections for me, with this poem and some of your others: you helped me to find some meaning and excitement in a study that was striking me as dead dry! But scholars are not usually poets, eh?
i like the foreverness of this piece... the contentment and the peace that is to be found in every stanza...
its kinda like a "ive run the race/fought the fight" contentment [not that im suggesting you are writing of your death or anything]
i like the 'whole world in his hands' feel to this piece too... its just so secure in the knowledge of who you are and who you belong to no matter how small and insignificant and fleeting your existance seems to be "in the grand scheme of things"