Willing the Words
Diving my hands into a rusty bucket,
filled with words of wisdom,
my fingers come up stained-
Each set of syllables seems
to be just out of my grasp,
as if what I want to say-
is beyond mere words. Truly,
how do I describe a sunset
to you, if you do not see the same
array of colors that I do?
And how to share with you,
the bliss available in each moment-
by simply being?
Perhaps this exercise is in the end,
just like all the others, another lesson
for me- to listen beyond the words
not being willed- to the breath beneath,
which defies all attempts, to describe.
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.