The Island Suns in Me

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

My single self encompasses all history

The months and years and dates

All have immortal meaning, as if I was there

 

I am the face of all cultures

All minorities have their place in me

Impoverished and mangled

 

I carry the sorrow of millions

In my lonely breast, as if

To learn the cosmic importance

 

Of compassion, boundless empathy

The sun of knowledge asks me to go

To the offerings of the cyclic moon

 

Where I will learn the secrets of surrender

The self-oblivion of ego-dissolution

I try to tell the flaming vision

 

That I know those fields already intimately

But the Oneness only cares for that

The identity of the whole, the fugue of time

Taken from the perspective of all perspectives.

 

Reviews

[The They]

If only the masses could realize this truth the world would be such a better place. I am doing my part to try to spread the word through poetry. It's glad to know that others are listening to their own reality.

[Clockwork]

I find it quite inspiring to read a poem which richly describes the endless bounty which is derived from aligning with the one consciousness. It is very refreshing considering how consumer driven the Christmas holiday can be. But this poem expands beyond that and looks for avenues of discovery beyond the constraints of material possessions. It is as if there is an energy here which carries the great pulse of the Onesss, and it brings me peace. Thank you for sharing.

[Nao Deguchi]

Hi Mark, that must be the most pretty profile picture I've seen yet.

[MAC]

what a very well thought out and written piece. i have to differ with you about your talent, i am 100% certain you are completely wrong :)