The Poet's Poem

In the poet's mind A poem stands secluded Shrouded by mystery No amount of coercion Can dislodge it from its nest No amount of thought Can break through its cocoon It's only patience that can reach within The enclosed premises of our consciousness It's only hope that can discover the entrance to this mystery It's only Love that can hold a poem inside its mother's womb A poem is not an element of time or space It's not a property of the intelligent mind It's an encounter with the sacred knowledge A poem emerges from the annihilation of time and space A poem is a product of the unknown A poem is formed from the mysterious realization (awareness) That within the Silence There is poetry Within the non-existent There is existence Within the emptiness There is plenty Within the unknown There is life Within the known (time and space) There is nothingness Within you and me There is us A poet's poem is illuminated Not assembled or constructed A poet's poem comes from surrendering yourself And becoming part of the hand of creation ©