Like Most Revelations

I’ve been pre-occupied with life lately with little time for intellectual thinking, writing and blogging.  I’ve barely had time to read a book (speaking of which, I need some new reading material so if you have any book suggestions for me, fire away).  Between a nasty 24 hour flu bug, the Labor Day weekend and various other pesky things, I’ve been busy and to be truthful, a little zapped of my creative energy, blocked if you will.  Where are you, Steven Pressfield!? Gee whiz, didn’t I just talk about that?!  Hypocrites of the world untie!  Yes, I intentionally said untie.  My one stab at humour today. 

I finally managed to get my groove back a little bit working on a little something for another writer friend of mine and in turn, this poem built itself this afternoon, out of the blue.  Aided by the sound of the driving rain, a steamy cup of green tea and my favorite pen for scribbling, it was born.   I’m certain that I’ll revisit and revise at some point but I’m sharing it here and now because it was such a delightful surprise that for lack of a better phrase, brightened this grey day.

Interesting about revelations and/or epiphanies, do they actually have a lasting impact on us when they reveal themselves to our scattered minds and fragile hearts?  Like New Year’s resolutions, how truly strong are we as human beings to abide by the good intentions that are instilled from wanting better for ourselves or discovering a piece of information that can transform?  I have accomplished crazy things like teaching myself how to like peanut butter and yogurt yet I struggle to stand by something like Yoga because doing downward dog poses are going to help center my core and align my whole being or standing by the striking clarity about a particular event or situation and when PMS strikes or you see a face in a crowd that even though you said you were the ruler of your own universe can obliterate your starship to dust.  It begs the question, do revelations really change us or do our mood, location, company, and outside influence sway us back to our old ways of thinking and/or feeling. 

Just something to ponder.  I think perhaps it’s equal helpings of both.  You decide for yourself.

The poem:

Like Most Revelations

Like most revelations

it is the intonation that resonates

more than the implication

it is the accumulated wisdom

that weighs down

the out-lived

the out-numbered

the ousted

Like most revelations

it is the sensation akin

to letting go of black daylight

that reverberates the

prolonged proportions 

of truthfulness

of gracefulness

of repose

Like most revelations

they move out and down

they move back and up

from the outside inward

and nestles

down

deep

Like most revelations

it is the insinuation of

augmented knowledge

that misleads the limits

we alter ourselves

because

we believe we are exposed

when the conversation turns

panegyric 

**

Enough out of me today.  

In propinquity,

Nic

PS - Holy POOP, it's September!