In some place
Like in so many others
For this moment
The plant is attached to the tip of the world
The balance of flat and broken and empty
Of dots and leaves and feathers
Depends on
One very thin line
In a way that is unknown to us
The open chord of feathers in the moving air
Is perfect
For those who also like dots on a white surface
This is a rock
For children
Who make rocks and plants
From dreams.
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A poetic reading works by moving the eye to discover more and to feel the energy of that discovery
I agree with this sentence. The energies are the main issue of poetry and all the arts. Poetry lives between the reality of stories and things and the reality of energies or vibrations. You use a sampling of the stories and things and lead the attention to the different experiences that are felt vibrationally or energetically. And in the end, what seems like a closing is actually an opening, which invites the question: What do I want to do now?
But for the one who writes, all these thoughts do not exist in the time of writing. For him it is just a play with energies. Pick this or pick that. Let your intuition guide you, and know when to stop.
Everything that is driven by intuition leads you to openness and a sense of freedom, out of which you have a chance to choose what you want.
Why is that? Because your intuition is who you really are. So what you want and what your intuition guides you toward, are one. And when you are like this, you are also one with everything.