Diamonds Without Valuation

It is of no use to ask why birds commend
the spirit of a day, nor how near their
song gets to sunlight.
We waken to such things, we come to avail
as an open sky...there is no question of forbearance.
Unmoved as diamonds without valuation,
the light of day...the unseen inner light that is
not day.
The eyes open, and the feeling that sinks, as
yet rises--the first and last Frontier can be seen
at once.
Light is before flesh and bone, light is after
flesh and bone...the sun is merely our concentration.


Konstantinos Mark

Reviews

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:: very beautifully written and explained, monsieur mark...

:: magical poetry...