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If ever I was asked what poetry, poets, word-smiths, and OKP means to me, this poem says it all. For those who have seen this before, please enjoy it again.
Respect,
Natalie
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"Just for you..."
Today’s the day that I looked at this world and saw something different.
The ethereal reflection made tangible
of something that I’ve been hoping to find:
Beings who spout words into images that shine,
images that weigh heavy on my mind
and like Atlas, I’m ready to bear the earth that they’re founded on
letting Psyche’s mental hands sink into rich verbal soil
and let them feed this need that
I had thought had passed me by
I had thought could not live again
as when I had first happened to stumble onto and into this world,
a world unlike any other where call and response
were the order of EACH and EVERY day.
And this day today is the wonder of them all, to have found gems
reflecting the light of mortal beings dipping into the cosmos of soul,
ready to change and shift and refract another light,
another portion of self that has Beauty for its name.
Who are you and from where do you come
To be humbly glorious in the radiance of life?
I could name you as I know you, but that is not the point –
the intention is not to mention minor localities
when it is Here that I have found you –
Here that I have known you –
Here that I have shared with you –
Here that is the axis, the centre, the beginning without end –
for journey to Here goes, and IS, everywhere –
Stopping at nothing because the journey is the destination!
And today is the day that I have picked up the thread,
guiding me on my way to a home that I have known –
Only in my mind.
And today I greet you,
for you are great.
You have inspired me to write freely,
to acknowledge a gift that has always been there,
idly waiting for it’s worth to be appreciated…
although no value could be put to it.
For what is sharing if not love?
And love cannot be quantifiably valued, and this thing you do,
this thing that you give me a chance to do, too,
this is love and this is life and this is passion to exist!
A passion to paint the existence of every moment,
in a nuance and shade more brilliant than the last,
and the courage to release the essence of your spirit,
the part that is the sensitive child fearing mocking rebuff,
sheltering in the shadow of the braver self –
that knows the right turn of phrase to dispense,
that can jest and glimmer and cavort on a dime,
at moments gentler but never really deeply internal –
until a redefining moment happens along…
Where the look in the mirror reaches deeper than the surface,
catching the light of visions hidden deep within,
silently determined to be shared,
and to be immortalized, because even this aspect
is a part of self
and I thank you for sharing it with me.
I thank you for the light that you lend to these precious days
that you give when you respond to life’s moments
with words that simply, astoundingly, fully, and starkly convey:
“Here is the plan, the foundation, the structure that I am.
Here is my life, my heart, my joy, and my pain.
I give it to you, because at some point,
You do ultimately understand.”
© Natalie (12 September 2003)
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"Conformity is the refuge of a stagnant mind."
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