Could it be that things
Tend to just manifest
Before our very eyes
Like roots of the mind
Shoot into sky beams
All a projection of
The single soul and mirror
There is a miming rhyme
To reality itself sparkling as
A corrupted diamond
Physically graspable
To hold back the tsunami
Of blinded bewilderment
And again and evermore
Spiritually ungraspable
Attracted to the cosmos
To pierce right through
Those metaphorical veils
Divine dancing portals
Held in the outer reaches
Of the lunatic universe
Can’t help but to spiral
In a sea of starlit energy
I think that if I was pressed
I think that if I was pressed to select one of your poems as the supreme example of your evocative talent, it would be this one. This poem presents a cosmic voice---and that is always a great perspective from which to write. You should be very, very (and, again, I say, VERY) proud of this poem.
Starward