Working It All Out; Phase 4: Abandon All Despair

And I choose from hereon in to emphasize that sacred seed of poetry, the essence within every word despite the tone or subject matter, even despite the poet on that particular day, because poetry begins in the sacred realm of consciousness, connected to the infinite by its very nature. No matter how secular or profane the intent, the minute the poem begins to write itself, the divine is revealed.

Write a poem that praises atheism on the highest and the poem itself becomes a prayer to all that’s holy. Write a poem steeped in bloody murder and the poem gives birth to wonder. Because the mere act of poetry is paean to all creation. It is in fact one with that creation. It is creation.

Deny it all you want, revolt against its very existence with all your energies and will, ignore it with the best laid plans of existential man and woman all alone in this cold material world, but the moment you turn in its direction, creation blesses you with its presence. In other words, you can’t create a thing without bowing to creation.