Acting: a short poem, with an explanation of poetic approach

 

Acting

With strings to the past

Like a marionette

Tethered to a memorial beast.

Never ceasing,

The drooling monster

Continues pulling strings.

Limbs acquiescing

To the Mindless impulses

Of this cognitive machine.

The cool orange

Hint of daylight

Emerges upwards

Above the rolling hills

Through the narrow slit

In the blanket of clouds.

The day is beginning.

A new day

Where Act will flower

With every pulse

And every breath

Of pure life

And endless bliss.

MS22

*Just a note on my poetic approach for those who are interested:

There are different ways of using poetry. I use poetry as another means to convey a deeper metaphysical message. What do I mean when I say metaphysical? There is a division between philosophy based on the validation of theories and conclusions which are more concerned with winning the argument than at arriving at the one truth, and there is philosophy which is for the purpose of revelation and ascension. It is the latter with which I am interested. What drives my poems is an inspiration, a flame which works through the cognitive faculty to produce something which contains that flame. Without this, I don't write poetry. It is a prerequisite. I think this inspiration or flame is emerging from the heart field, associated with the heart shakra; and I consider metaphysics to be concerned with the conscious ordering of the "non-moving" activity Known from this field.