Just as the universe is a: Just as the universe is a "love letter from God" this metaphysical marvel is a translation of His message, His very Being, which is our being, and that's no small accomplishment. You touched upon the breathtaking tools of His creation—His "cosmic architecture" as you so profoundly put it: the music of the spheres and the Divine Proportion. Sound and mathematics. But that's not all . . .
What truly seizes the heart in true poetic finesse in this mind-bending crystallization of truth is that the essence of All That Is and the foundation of literally everything is love. "The symmetry of God's fingerprint" upon the blade of grass and the farthest nebula is the same signature of love, and that is so deeply moving, so transporting, I just can't begin to congratulate you.
The spirit's view of wider reality.
As of this coming spring, I: As of this coming spring, I will have been reading poetry for fifty years. In that half century, I have rarely found a contemporary poem so perfectly, and persuasively, metaphysical. Reading it, I thought of T.S. Eliot's poem, Ash Wednesday, and of Wallace Stevens' poem, "Final Soliloquy Of The Interior Paramour." Ii thought of these at first, but then, by the poem's final line, I realized that neither the poem nor its reader need recognize any peers or comparisons, because the poem is unique enough---powerful enough---and written skillfully enough--- to stand apart from its peers.
The poem expresses---briefly yet profoundly---what theologians, philosophers, metaphysicists, and cosmologists have attempted to say in long essays and whole textbooks; and yet cannot say as successfully, as pointedly, and as elegantly as this poem. And if this comment sounds like a gush of admiration, and of unrestained enthusiasm, it most certainly is that; and yet I believe my response is accurately and validly stated. And in your achievement with this poem, postpoems as a website and a community also achieves another and further height of quality. This poem is one of postpoems' jewels, and it will continue to resonate as thus each time a reader accesses it.
The inspiration behind any of: The inspiration behind any of my comments on your poems comes from the poems themselves. To bask in the radiance that each of your poems provides is a most spiritual experience, and that brings the words out in a gush.
An indisputable defense of: An indisputable defense of science and logic with some brilliant persuasion:
"For science, is not a faith-based
business
but is a living breathing animal
It only thrives with open debate
and challenge"
It was very shrewd to emphatically point out:
"And as we all know, the truth is
an enemy
only to tyrants, and those wishing to obfuscate
the truth"
Those with a thirst for knowledge and ultimate reality don't fear uncensored debate. They welcome new ideas, even opposing ones, and are always willing to accept that they could be wrong. How else do we learn and allow the truth to "rise to the surface" as you said?
Great thinkers have always been feared by closed-minded fanatics so you're in good company.
George Orwell's quote was a perfect summation and is still relevant (especially!) today.
A convincing testimony in defense of reason.
Your talent pours through: Your talent pours through this amazing torrent of thought. Relationships are rarely tidy and simple, and you sketch the wild, tumultuous and thrilling ride with fascinating skill, then end on a striking metaphor that left me stunned and connecting personally to every word.
Everything I would expect in an excellent prose poem.
Cheering. What breathtaking: Cheering. What breathtaking metaphorical magic to honor the Divine within women as well as the splendor of nature. Brilliant!
not even a flake of snow this winter:
Enjoyed this a lot. Living on a cold windy hill, I too yearn for green life to return. Too many browns and greys, and too many drabby lingering mud puddles. And we haven’t even had a flake of snow yet to make it pretty. I’m ready for some colour and warm sun.
a strange phenomena of the modern world :
Most people are incapable of sitting alone with themselves in the moment. Hence the reason they anaesthetize themselves with constant entertainment.
Law of karma: The neverending nerve
Of creating conception of
Calculated questions
Speechless ghosts reason
We must respect death
And all that it brings forth
I am no psychic
And so I cannot answer
Your comment struck me as the: Your comment struck me as the finest art and the most valuable encouragement. I simply can't thank you enough. YOU are the genius with an enchanted toolbox of language. I'm honored you stopped by.