The lasting impact of this: The lasting impact of this skillfully crafted flash of reality is amazing. There's so much immersive power, so many stories, in the words "delusional paradise". Painful and stunning. Excellent work.
I consider it a privilege to: I consider it a privilege to remind you, as often as needed, of your present greatness, and the magnificent niche your poems will occupy in the future. I may, at times, be repetitious about this.
Thank you for throwing me: Thank you for throwing me that lifeline! And a lifeline filled with radiance, expansive thought and Starward-quality eloquence no less. Really needed to be brought back to reality.
I adore your life-altering: I adore your life-altering insights into contrast, life as a playful drama, not a senseless struggle and, as you eloquently put it: the veil as a gift. Only an enlightened being who has cracked the code of this wild and puzzling Earth school could have that perspective. Thank you for sharing your wisdom, innate talent and encouragement. You were certainly a bright spot in my day.
I am so deeply moved and: I am so deeply moved and honored by the insightful artistry, the kind encouragement, of your comment. I certainly understand time restraints, and the fact that you took the time to read, appreciate and comment on my work means so much. A resounding "Thank you!"
How good! I totally ignored: How good! I totally ignored my phone ringing to read this and well I love the ending as much as the faux par. Nicely written held the intimacy and realism well, I felt myself think I've been there before, not the same issue but the same rhythmic dance of words snaking through to get to the truth only to find its actually an eel. Just Good work. Great even! Hugss
Just gorgeous! Expertly: Just gorgeous! Expertly done
I have so many day_night lovers poems i can day hand on my heart this is simply gorgeous and affecting from start to finish.
Wonderfully wrought an ageless theme in a flawless frame. Hugss
Yes what if all is well?
It: Yes what if all is well?
It is always well,
What a boring way
If heaven is nothing but peace all day
No touch
Taste,
Smell,
Only foresight
No free will,
How boring if all was well
How great that such a journey begins
Where the dark is the backdrop of light
Constrasting and playing
With blind luck
Seeing strengths we never knew we had
Things we never dreamed
Because we always knew
What a gift a is the veil
What a thrill is exposition
Something different to what you knew
The joy of surprise
A truly valuable thing
In the eye of the beholder
Who could not with out life
Have beholden.
Such an amazing concept and look at trials and renewal tge art of tempering...
How well you write,
Alwaye a pleasure in every case.
Hugss
Its been too long
So much: Its been too long
So much going on
Sorry dear,
Now let's enjoy your take
Life and fear
So many great lines and ideas
Duality and insight
I loved this:
"searches the
nonnegotiable
emptiness—"
Just wow.
The wolf has nothing on you but it leads the way to the hunting grounds...
For clues to you
Who you are
Begins and ends
Where the old you ends,
and new you begins...
A challenging and inspiring journey...
Hugss
I love the ending drawing in: I love the ending drawing in the reader by addressing them directly leaving them wonder and emphasise the unfinished work. Alot of gobledy goop with some real gems planted inside - insights. Powerful ones. Enjoyed the experience of this poem. I hate AI.
There are always going to: There are always going to readers who either scorn, misunderstand, or condemn your poems. And keep in mind that even Jesus was accused of being in league with the devil during His ministry. I guess that slaphappy stupidity comes with the territory.
And that territory, please remember, is to help explain the Cosmos to itself. No single Poet can do the complete job; all of us who are called to that vocation have to do the part assigned to us. Remember how Adam, in Eden, was called to name the animals. That task being finished, we are called, as his sons and daughters, to name and explicate the Cosmos and its many parts: and it is everything from two lovers holding hands to two stars arising from the sa,e nebula and orbiting each other. That can be explicated scientifically, but it also quietly requires---even demands---Poetry to also describe this mechanism. This is the vocation to which you have been called, and until your final poem is written, you will have work to do.
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