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An infinite range of
feeling and sound,
hopes and dreams,
a galaxy of emotional choices,
all the images
and words in the world,
silences and spaces,
angles and possibilities,
all thought, all feeling, all creation,
all things real, potential, imaginary
all, all, all
wait for the moment
when a single sound
ventures out on paper
to begin a
poem.
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And in that waiting,
there lives a power,
of infinite choice,
unstoppable force,
(because it's already
at the destination),
a powerful marriage
of name and form,
a world where
if anything is ever said
it doesn't need to mean something,
it just is.
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That's where all things
have their meaning,
because the name and the form
are one.
Knowing that,
the poet knows the letter
the syllable, the word, and
the turn of phrase
that describes the moment
in development
like a stone holds it's color
in deep certainty.
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On that level
the poet
doesn't have to write
the poem,
but discovers it
as the poetry
of name and form
deep within,
and in expressing
that cognition,
rolls out a vision
of pure, lyrical knowledge,
suffused with the infinite
value of life,
for all to see.
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The poet who doesn't enjoy
the enlightened world
of infinite choices
will make do
with whatever tools
are at hand,
maybe, by accident
knocking two stones together
for the occasional spark,
yet, lacking direction
and vision,
will wander in the dark
dreaming of a candle
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Lacking that vision,
the poet cannot give
total insight,
has only words
of partial power,
and is constrained
to lesser phrases,
smaller worlds,
in which his words cannot illumine,
but only fill the time.
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Filled with the light
of inner knowledge,
writing from the
tightly woven fabric
of a conscious name
and it's immediate
spring into form
the poet breathes
the infinite value,
basks in unity,
shines like a lighthouse
of wholeness,
and embodies the reality.
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Writing from that level,
the poet sees and
is the reality
stands on a branch
like a bird, suffused
with the first light of creation
and with his song
sings forth the celestial
layers of dawn
creates the awakening sounds
that are all creatures
and lets out his own name,
which he now knows as
Brahman.
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