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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