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The Heavens do and ever shall declare the glory of the Creator. And what a wonderful poetic journey partaken of by Reader and Poet as night walk and meditation lifts up praise and worship, delight and wonder. The power up in S2 as the moon ascends in majestic lines and diction: 'untethered, unmoored, unselfed!' followed by the release of song in Chorus: 'tree, water, owl, and all other creatures' become God's voice to Creation. Indeed this is the soundtrack of our very being. The rising crescendo in S5 unfolding the reflections of the light of night on ripples of water, skies and moons on repeating loop of sorts, dappling; tuly a mirror of Eternity and Consuming Fire, inimitable passion. This beauty does not end but releases in a send off, as scales falling off eyes, vision and provision from Providence; and that available as an eternal witness and testimony. Thanks ever so much for sharing. /Rik.

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Branches untether the 

rising moon—

unmoored, unselfed, I come

to know its quartz

otherworld'  beautiful

'I only know

love is possible,

and enough.'

Your meditative peace is

contagious to your readers.

We sit there under the stars

because of your pen.

I suppose we all vanish into the illusion from time to time, losing ourselves… and then again re-emerging to rediscover ourselves – each time coming home, with a new discovery – as we expand.

This is one of Patriciajj's most cosmic poems---a genre she has made her own on postpoems, and a genre she commands with all the skill and ease of a highly prepared cosmologist.  The poem's center of gravity is the last stanza.  It justifies the poem that contains it, and the collection that inhabits:  that stanza is one of the centerpieces of her entire work.  The first stanza tells us that this poem is a choreography of verbal motion; and I, personally, love the second stanza's description of the moon.  This is a ballet of words, like the chartered movements of the solar system and the galaxy that contains it are a stellar ballet that exists---I truly believe---for our edification and admiration; and this poem exists, also, for those purposes.  That is why ithe poem is so cosmic.  In my own belief, which I do not propose to debate here because it need not be imposed on anyone else, we are alone in this cosmos---created to be its consciousness, its appreciators, made of the very elements that are assembled in stars cores; made to be the "personhood" of the cosmos as the soul is the personhood of the flesh.  But we are not, innately, well prepared for this function; it is not just handed to us, we are expected to prepare ourselves, to explore (even if from an armchair or a viewscreen), to contemplate.  Cosmologists help us with this; Poets, who are also cosmologists, help us even more.  Some writers will give us current events, or what happened at the last regular meeting of Aunt Periwinkle's garden club; and these things are as forgettable as yesterday's breakfast.  But cosmic Poets, like Patricia, introduce us to, and interpret for us, the Cosmos itself---revealing its meaning degree by degree, as in one of the old mystery religions, which were the tentative reachings of antiquity toward what they suspected, but could not prove, as a cosmic function.  The myths composed by the ancient Poets named and constellated the stars.  But the successors of those Poets, one of whom is a member of postpoems---Patriciajj---now takes us to a new level of understanding, telling us not only what to understand, but how to understand it.  And she does it with the most skilled, artistic, and consummate verbal beauty:  this is Poetry has Art not Gush or Grope or good old GeeWhiz.  This is real Poetry with a real purpose, a real meaning, as cosmic as the universe and yet as near, and as immediate, as the screen on which you read it.  And I have the immense satisfaction to realize, yet again (and as I do with every poem she posts) that every comment I have made about her Poetry---her adroit expressions and her very agile comprehension of what matters---is, at very best, a respectful understatement.  She is better---greater---finer---than any words of mine can describe or explicate.  It is a privilege, an experience, and an education to read her Poetry.

basking in Gods creation,pondering and living life to it`s fullest

your soul being one with nature