Silent Meeting of Eyes, Rhapsody of Suffering,
Vigilius de Silentio, Oh, Watchman, Guardian of Inner Silence,
Author out of the poetic picture to leave me cruelly alone with my ideas,
Which were given me of you, as if “Form” can protect “Freedom”.
Born of silence, mirror echoes only soundlessness of Biblical proportions,
The first WORD uttered all ready to trespass against poetics,
Private talkativeness recognized by absence of opposite in equilibrium,
Silence like brackets around personality pouring buckets of exuberant contrition.
Hearing my mirroring, speaking to a silenting minding-ing-ing,
Like echo increasing against expectation, not decreasing in resoluteness,
Until echoes draw closer to gather like supreme tuning forks,
Together, they resonate one battle-hymn.
Because mirror is the keyhole to my universe,
I am but a key to give the mirror lifelike animation,
But God is light emanating from love above transformed from below.
The closer I get to it (tho’ everywhere equally strong), the sharper my intended reflection.
I draw nearer still, echo to echo, in death to self, face-to-face,
Until I become the reflect, genuflecting, as one with God less self.
I disappear, swallowed in mirror, the description of which to others,
Peering inward, appears as a painful trial or crux.
For they see not themselves as God sees them,
For 'hearing' mirrors speak only to 'silent' minds.
Questions cried into the canyons come back faithfully,
Be still, be still, still be… and know that I am God.
The truth stands not before me, saved in me,
But rather in silence and circumspection, within my mind, in Gods’ mind.
And my mind, my spirit, was created in image holy, like you,
Holy, holy to the highest, as I fast and fade, decompressing in the shadows of human comprehension.
Love and peace which surpasses understanding, released of precondition,
Heart knows no boundaries, passing it on, generation to generation.
I stand between two mirrors in time, today, yesterday, tomorrow, forever,
People behind me, people before, all me with you, infinitely selected and reflected.
The only constant constraint in faith is in doubt betrayed via definitions.
Might faith ever pre-suppose and survey doubt?
What is faith without the question requiring a...
Desiring of answer in analogy (the reflection distorts)?
Physics, engineering and scientific inspiration, poetry,
Even God, the point of departure, the vanishing occasion,
The eternal light fractures and broods within me…ALL
Begin to recede in importance as lawyers take center stage.
Exit, stage left.
Who needs a mirror, anyway?
If I spent as much time with God as in the mirror,
The oscillating balance wheel would have surrendered long ago.
Babel, the AT&T Tower, please don't sue me.
I plead the Fifth. I have nothing to say.
Author notes
I am simply objecting to the 'limiting of relations' to oppositions. I am but your perception. It is ok to live in eternity while hearing a clock strike eleven, in other words. Eternal and temporal in balance.
Written April 22nd, 2003
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wow... i really really enjoyed this. im going to be thinking all night now but wow for a good reason. awsome job EnigmaTic! i still LOVE your name lol.. it will never get old and neither will your poetry!
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"Because mirror is the keyhole to my universe," <-- that line!!!ooh
I am but a key to give the mirror lifelike animation,
But God is light emanating from love above transformed from below.
The closer I get to it (tho’ everywhere equally strong
I thought I got it in the words..yes..but the Title..threw me a bit.
Odd. I was just embellishing the fact that those of us in Christ are already in Eternity,...the part that proceeds from our temporal state. And yes...each time I think I'm going uppppUUPPP
I hear one of the 12 chiming clocks ( I managed a specialty shop of clocks with German movements for years! lol) and it takes me back to earth and I get caught up with CNN and all the other things that anchor our limits.
Thank you for another abstract of an absolute (hmm...parody, is that? oxymoron?) Oh, well, I understand.
This one was a little tidal wave. It reached the shore, though
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i didn't get it dude...but i thought lots of the words you used were pretty cool in the beginning...
then it just seemed to be like ranting on....
but once again, very powerful use of words...this did not seem to me to have one fixed theme, but many flowing throughout the words and stanzas as it moved along....sort of like, it kept evolving, and in the end, you just didn't want to get shot down...i could be wrong though
chris -
Wow... beautiful wording, wonderful subject. Great Job!
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just shut up why dont cha... hehe...
(i think maybe this)
Be still, be still, still be... and know that I am God.
(should be this)
Be still, be still... still be and know that I am God.
(just a thought)
i think if you shorten the line lengthas just a little on a few of the lines... even them up kind of... i think you might be able to hold the readers attention a little more... i was too tired to read it again wheni was finished... i think i understand you and where you are comeing from... i would read it again but damn reading it is probally near somewhere the amount of energy that was needed to write is... its good... i liked the conclusion the best (from what i can remember)... it made think about the rest of the work...
Doug -
hmmmmmmm
I hate when poets make me use my brain
its been deep fried and battered for my history of photography class and Im having a hard time absorbing anything other than what is a Cyanotype? what is the gum platinum process?? OYYYYYYYY
ok, im bookmarking this one and will re read it this weekend when I dont have terms running through my head and scooby doo playing in the background RUH ROH.
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This is awesome great work. I enjoyed this so much hope to be reading more thank you for shareing
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