POETRY


Inside

Of Pandora’s box, prior to impetuous revelation,
Concealed mystery revealed, a collective eternal consternation
Rings the story, an echoing myth from beyond the mists of time.
To intuitively feel inside, is to instinctively synchronize bodies,
Triggering the release of multi-dimensional energy, that manifests
As effortless genius, in the inch perfect match winning pass
Curling, in weighted poise into the speedily striding companion,
Who charging goalwards without pause, connects blindly in perfect execution.
Evoking passion for the viewing artist, in recreation from inspired invocation
That so colourfully delights us all, in hanging angelic expressions.
Incarcerated, estranged from urban cult, self-destructive fashions,
Isolated, emerging daily physically purer, mind clearing
Thoughts begin to stimulate the re-awakened intellect, now thirsty for Light,
First to let the market, forewarned to the hunt, the early morning feed.
Cartel conspiratorial dealings, watching the pounding rain.
Prince Siddharta with his family, a canary in it’s cage.
Sellout Cup Final spectacle, atmospheric exhilaration to be savoured.
The Foreign Legion in the desert, where outside is alien and hostile,
United in collective fear and necessity, escapees attempting control in a strange land.
The passionate rhythmic embrace, a man and woman in ecstatic union,
Microcosmic material unity, God mirrored in sacred geometric architecture.
The merged yin and yang yoga, physical creation in God’s image.