Moksha, by Sandwich Massacre
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A gentle spirit is the wind you feel
A breath vying against the impending sun
A coalescence of soul and sky
Intrinsic path becomes surreal
Guiding this air and this body as one
To a sanctuary of you and I
A sacred mystery is the peace you own
A serenity vying against what is unfeigned
A ubiquity of ethereal motions
Contiguous sea is a fortune alone
Enchantment counted in each drop it rained
Drowning in the liquid of our notions
A celestial palette of the light you see
A device of flame to surround the circumference
A disappearance beyond the bounds
Revelations find us as a silent prophecy
Beyond the seas and expanses kindled lies indifference
The vertical breadth is echoed with our sounds
A reverie does impel this manifested sanctum
Two hands of two essences thriving to build
Three eyes aware of a natural truth in sight
Three palms as guardians to cradle heart’s wampum
Two hearts’ perpetual beating lives strong-willed
A reverie impelling cores to unite
2004 |
| Posted: 2005-11-06 16:45:38 UTC |
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| 2005-10-22 22:17:49 | waterlily |
| i had to copy this poem in order to study in it's full depth.first in order to understand all the difficult words in which i have never seen.which is surprising to me since i have a momma who is one quarter shy of her Master's in Creative Writing for heaven's sake.But i do intend to master this piece!lol |
| 2005-10-23 09:56:09 | Don't build lies on ice cubes. |
| I'm attempting to understand the point of this poem and what its truly about- the fact that I don't really intrigues me. I love the line about fire and circumference. It makes me imagine two people trapped and any escape will leave them burnt. Which then reminds me of a relationship. Parts of this poem make me think of reaching out to someone who is either scared or dubious about whether its the right thing to do, i think thats the initial first verse that makes me think that. and i love the first line of the second verse- it makes me think that someone who is mysterious is that little bit more compelling. I may be 180 degrees from the mark, but thats how I read the poem anyway. Its a stunning poem for its complex imagery. |
| 2005-10-26 00:57:34 | waterlily |
| ah! lol..this poem ..seems hauntingly familar to me in tone...i adore the last two lines of the first paragraph...still havent whipped out the dictionary on interpeting this special poem but i will tonight!..manifested sanctum..cardle heart's wampum? that made me laugh since i am a beader and wampum was the first word i heard from a royal Bannock elder years ago...the last paragraph is hard to fully understand..three eyes? three palms?yet two hearts?impelling cores to unite holds the key.he he he |