The Poetic Experience (Part Two)

poetry is merely the human hymn, and so the divine hymn. what we see and feel... touch, taste, and smell, and what we dont know, and cant understand. each living being is a universe in itself, and each is just a splotch of a patchwork quilt. when one being exhales, another inhales... the earth turns, night comes to relieve the day, morning comes to fulfill night... such is the rhythm of life, the beat of the hymn. poetry is meant to be the bridge that connects, it need be nothing more! if we truly live we are the poem made flesh... enough, and enough!