this muscle grows
expanding its flexible hardness
around the softness it caresses
around the neurotic nerves
and seductive bones
it touches and shares
penetrating its own phantasmagoria
upon the landscape of idea and awareness
and on all the dreams it will ever assemble or impart -
it enhances
the contours of its own shape
by impressing
its uniqueness into the earthen drama
it collectively plays a part in -
this miraculous muscle
cultivates the strength
it will eventually relinquish
to experience the deific flux of being
alongside the drama of nonbeing
supporting acuities
the mind cannot escape
nor the heart has the desire to surrender
Chip Bergeron
Tender and beautiful.
Blessings,
+Linda
as enlightenment in your poem
for one and all be true....
Lady Vivian
Take care,
Sherry
I found myself drifting into this dreamlike state of mind
As I read this stimulating piece of work. You never
Disappoint this reader and furthermore I only want more of
What you have to offer. Bring it on. I need more forese poetry. Missed you much.
Peace light and love
Amber
alongside the drama of nonbeing
Quite powerful, my friend.
Lady May Ann
Ron
Love and Light
Lily
exquisitely phrased, Jude, a high pleasure
john