In the gap that seperates each inhalation
Even silence was quiet in contemplation.
Pain finally surrendered to the sweet revelation
Of the awareness of blindness as false sanitation.
The darkness went deeper...it was my salvation.
Each scar of suffering I now wear in exaltation.
Each wound has bled into one grand culmination
Of a pain that didn't result in the expected damnation.
The smallest shift in the way I saw implication
Didn't bring death, it brought transformation.
Dancing perspectives in communication:
When I'd thought I lost everything it was just graduation.
Nothing has been lost in that profound concatenation
Not me...not my mind... not even the sensation.
Flung back on the path of constatation,
I see and embrace the unknown destination.
I may still question the existential equation
But for now the acceptance has become my elation.
It's beautiful here in this radiant sublimation
Seeing that pain always has been my emancipation.
Even silence was quiet in contemplation.
Pain finally surrendered to the sweet revelation
Of the awareness of blindness as false sanitation.
The darkness went deeper...it was my salvation.
Each scar of suffering I now wear in exaltation.
Each wound has bled into one grand culmination
Of a pain that didn't result in the expected damnation.
The smallest shift in the way I saw implication
Didn't bring death, it brought transformation.
Dancing perspectives in communication:
When I'd thought I lost everything it was just graduation.
Nothing has been lost in that profound concatenation
Not me...not my mind... not even the sensation.
Flung back on the path of constatation,
I see and embrace the unknown destination.
I may still question the existential equation
But for now the acceptance has become my elation.
It's beautiful here in this radiant sublimation
Seeing that pain always has been my emancipation.
7 comments:
"It's beautiful here in this radiant sublimation
Seeing that pain always has been my emancipation."
The time in which we experience ramifications
And learn from its inevitable stimulation
As it is with me.
Your verbal distinction is fast becoming ony of my literary needs.
High praise from the maestro...
I like your addition.
High praise from the maestro, to another in her own distinct colour.
so i forsee that if you put us together, the coalesce of colours will depict brilliance of astounding levels.
guest blog in my realm?
(and then i'll marry you.)
M,
Beautiful....!
You've brought out the essence of the transformation.
Nothing has been lost in that profound concatenation
Not me...not my mind... not even the sensation.
True, you still are the same person,
with same ingredients and emotions, but in a more profound and detached state.
Show more of the poet...
Cheers,
P
P..
Yes...exactly...I am the same and yet not the same...all the stuff that was in me is still there...it's just that now I'm seeing it from a different perspective.
Thank you, P...you should try your hand at poetry more yourself when you have the time. :-)
if you have msn messenger, this is my e-mail address: drakker_99@hotmail.com.
perhaps gratitude is on order for you to accept my invitation to guest blog. So should you choose to add me, perhaps we could work on something that leads to a collaboration (of anything of your choosing of course).
if you don't have messenger, feel free to e-mail me.
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