Word’s alone, bruised, confused
and even afraid, clung to each other as if
any one of them is the only hope
they have known. She had advised
me that so long as I kept putting
one word after another, none of them
would feel confused any longer,
that quite simply the act of coalescing
vowels and consonants into cohesion,
would leave them better off
than if left to their own stilted devices.
Maybe her advice had been spot on,
for I found certain comfort myself
in having gathered these warring factions
to set aside their differences, to speak
volumes to each other, in perhaps
a song, a meditation or even a solemn
prayer lifted up.
As an Ecstatic Poet, my aim is to awaken in you, the part of you that knows the truth of your being, the beauty of your soul.