Beautiful Moments

What's it about? You tell me. Just something that created itself as I wrote.

It's those beautiful moments--

the spaces between the whispers,

when the sky connects with earth:

         it's the rain, tip-tapping

         on the ocean waves.

         That silence filling your

         already too-full soul.

 

                        that immensity---

 

Why does it seem to

spill out the edges?

Nothing but surface tension

            keeping the chaos from taking over.

 

(Just silly words,

trying in vain to make reality

out of foolish ambitions.)

 

When will one learn that oppression

is ceaseless; even, in a morbid way, divine?

Sacredness cannot be compressed

into a chalice, a plate, a symbol--

         sacredness obliterates,

                         creates oneness out of the

                         nothingness that is individuality.

 

          I'm screaming!

 

Those beautiful moments,

made almost painful

by such cruel benediction--

       

                take this blessing away.

                I prefer my lie.

Reviews

[The They]

the immensity... I loved this poem a lot. It truly does a good job at capturing the Oneness...

[Tony]

Very profound-- enjoyed the nature quality of this one. Okay, "What's it about?"-- hmmm, well this is how it moved me. Like dogmatic religions abusing their positions of power. True spirituality is not in dogmatic dictatorship but in the universal truths which can be found anywhere in life including simple moments we share in nature. The final line to me is meant to be read a cynical-- like if someone is saying that universal truths are a lie then they will take that over the "blessing" of dogmatic religions. Just how the poem moved me-- to answer the question at the top of the page. Like I said really enjoyed the nature quality of this one.