Poet and Poetry
My life is always
like a poem in progress
The instant it’s born
is a timeless here-now
The next is not known
It is unborn and constant
Implicit potential
in an infinite space
Not one single word
is perceived as separate
If I do;
then the poem is dead
To be a poet
is not to do poetry
I am a poet
by allowing the flow
A poet being
is a transparent window
The poem itself
emanates and shines through
Katrine 2004
May all your Nows be Here
Beautiful Katrine
Your poems take me into meditation
Thank you, Sparkle
That is the most beautiful compliment I have ever had
I honestly don’t feel the poems are mine. They come through in a matter of minutes, and I am always in a love state when I write them.
(Or in deep pain - but I haven’t yet posted any of those… )
May all your Nows be Here
I’ve only had a brief interlude with this love out of emptiness but feel I’m hovering on the edge of entering it again. The energy of disipline coming from this forum is helping me greatly in this.
I’m very greatful you have joined the forum, your love shines in your words
Sparkle