“Poets utter great and wise things which they do not themselves understand.” ~ Plato
In a rare moment of courage and lucidity, a strange urge came upon me; I attempted to write poetic verses:
The air we breathe suffuses and inflates our lungs,
Intoxicated with life, desire for nature’s abundance.
Elegant, rasping rhythms of filling and emptying,
Nourishing cells in primordial chemical dance.
I have form, I have a mind. But it is the soul that defines…
Where do I begin? Where do you end?
Do our immortal boundaries overlap?
Separate yet whole, like yin and yang,
Energies mingling in etheric joy without gap.
Distance annihilated, in the eternal now of spirit.
Your essence entwines with mine, even if hearts beat apart…
Eyes cannot see what the soul feels,
Defining limits is impossible, for each blurs into the other.
Edges soar among firmament; physicality exquisitely denied,
Our connection is real – solid as the earth, sea, wind and sky.
Burning with the searing intensity of the sun,
Even the elements cannot contain it…
Form is but walking death, a fleeting vessel of expression,
Oh beautiful barrier, you trap the delights and torments of flesh.
Why must our earthly boundaries elude each other?
Love and life will find a way, forever seeking,
Like flowers pursuing arduous paths through concrete,
Unfolding their challenged petals, blossoming into divine vision.
Should your soul depart, mine will scatter throughout the universe;
No longer tethered in union: its boundaries…broken.
By Virginia Burges