Poetry: What is Muse?
What is muse?
Muse is a sinking in the gut
A rise tingling in the spine
Muse is brethren and motherin
And father lovin by inspirin
a cradle to crave delight’n
What makes us know our root’s truth in
What makes us want more of
What knows us better than we know,
What is our purest burning fire?
What is our opening clearest knowing?
Craving… fulfilled
our ways we’ve always been
our ways we always delight
Our truth as tree
our solid out of sunlight?
Poem and Photos by DeaneTR 11pm 2/19/09
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Beautiful!
I see you are good friends with Photoshop already!! :)
Sophia
I have read this poem, this perfect poem several times today…it still makes my eyes well up.