In your psyche
More wisdom be
Then the bust
Of Pallas
In your soul
More honesty
Than the prophets,
In their Ivory Palace
And your heart,
The beauty that it holds
The realm in which
It reside
Be that cherub’s smile
In paradise
It’s rhythm,
The ode to joy
That ushered in
The universe
That made
The kosmos
Harmonize
When I press
My ear against it
What sweet tunes
That it whispers
I am sure it be
The birthplace of culture
And humanity
To honor
A single note
From it’s melody
I give prayer to thee:
Your heart do pulse
With the beating of the world
Releasing streams
That turn into rivers
And from those rivers
Were birthed civilizations
The land of the black
Arose from your Nile
The mysteries of the orient
From your huang he
The Ramayana verses
From your Ganges
A thousand petals
Blossom
A thousand flowers
Dance
To your beat
That shatters worlds
To your pulse
That shakes the lands
For the flora have never seen
One so noble as thee
For the stars have never dreamed
So precious a destiny
And if the morai
Those weavers of fate
Knew of your soul
They would envy
Your existence
Formed by the higher Way
And if the sun
Blessed Apollo
Did know of your smile
Blinded be his eye
By your light
That makes the angels pray
Led to you by the Beauty of your face
I journeyed to that higher place!
Men shall forever envy me
Who could honor you
With prayer and poetry
Thou precious deity
I’ve kept you hidden
Allowing no others
Into our cult
I’ve kept you close to me
Beneath our veil of secrecy
And when I shall come to pass
And join you in eternity
The secret
Has been revealed
And all that walk, crawl
And fly
The trees, the rivers
And the mountains
Do beg to give you prayer
They shall cry,
“Oh Goddess, Kiara
Mother of the beautiful!
Heart of the Kosmos
Acquaint us in your mysteries
Allow us in your rituals
We beg to share in those epiphanies
Grant us entrance
Into thou womb
Which was the mortal’s
Eternal Tomb”
I come from an Eastern Land
Whose wealth you cannot dream
Buried beneath the passing
Of cultures and societies
Like an Island lost
Beneath the sea
Yes, an Island lost
Beneath the sea
And only my poet
Dared deliver me
Yes only he
When I arose
He protected me
Hiding the moon
That rose from the East
Hiding her stars
That rose from the East
Beneath his veil
Of jealousy
From the vultures
That be all of thee
From the vultures…
That be all of thee
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Beautiful post 😊
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I’m glad you think so UT! Thank you for reading
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My pleasure 😊
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lovely.
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Thanks for reading and commenting Ben, glad you liked those lines!
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