Imagine a World. {poetry}
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For a twenty-seven-year old, I’ve seen a lot, and what my eyes see in this wild world somehow always translates into an abstract flow of happenings, a sort of surreal painting with words.
It helps me understand the illogical yet profound adventure that is this life. This poem is meant to be read as a meditation, a journey, a visualization. It is meant to be interpreted in all the ways and none of the ways. It is meant to be an experience of the beautiful and strange mystery that surrounds us, centering mainly around what connects it all: love.
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Imagine a world closer to life
Closer still to my breathing alive
A warrior’s cry
If I could inhale the sky
And regurgitate dreams
Exhale the moon repressed
And drape it over hollow eyes
Unleash the spilled milk
Allow contamination of another kind
To ruin and raze the sour lies
To delve in delight in the blackest stare
Avert the murmuring beware
And scream almighty an exhale so frightening
An echo deflected will sound
Aware! Aware! Aware!
And the temptation engulfs upon sensuous lure
Calculated images arouse the past
Raw, dreamy mechanics, a new mood is cast
Interlaced congruency, the panther yields its gaze
Between the rhythmic purr and seduction of its mate
In the damp lush of the rainforest maze
In the sweet lush of energy which subtly conveys
The furthest reach at which
The crown wisdom rounds its fate
Oh, the pornographic moonlight
On scandalous endeavor with the sun
At twilight, the fairies transform
Geometric shapes overlap
And vision squeezes dry the leaves
Of their psychedelic sap
Their hint is a global struggle
Reason condemned in corrosive meltdown
Auditory height reveal an argument of rights
Oh, this eternal yearning for balance
Fantasy dance or illusory trance
In meaning find nothing but a search for more meaning
In cognitive thought find segments streaming…
The wisdom of the shift speaks
A bridge of flat stones smoothed by eternal water
An overflow of overthinking, profits ever teeming
An everlasting cure found truly in abundant dreaming
It all remains vacant so that it may breathe
We understand, we accept which reality to believe
Which chaos to achieve
We contemplate, reflect, renouncing faith we grieve…
Believe! Believe!
Liberate your soul
A walk of confidence
The moaning ocean condenses time
Each moment eternal, honey-glazed
Ecstatic rhyme
Subsequent inferno
A blazing raze, a passionate sigh
Equilateral aims, invoking obtuse
Intangible games
Irresistible wanderlust
Infiltrating the fleshy plains
A painted shell, red mud and sandy grains
A bonsai border, cliffs dressed in ivy couture
And always in the background
That thick, juicy captivating purr
That sensual slurp that solitude encounters
With velvet palms pressing rock embedded curves…
I concur
I am the road I travel
The infinite breeze and crawling seas that unravel
I and He, Me and She, Her and Them, Her and We
Together we roam and build fulfilled, exploding, exotic
Ecstasy, heart-radiating, life-saturating, gold-trimmed,
Stargazing, ever-blazing, growing, changing, liberating,
Profoundly open, dreaming
Unity! Community! Love!
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Sarah (Sequoia) Dobbin is a poet, writer, Ashtanga Yoga teacher, deep lover of Tantra and Magick, and an avid explorer of the inner worlds. Having spent many years traveling all around South America, she has studied Shamanism, Yoga, Bhakti, and become seasoned in the street smarts and simultaneous serenity required to surrender to the movement of the wind. Her passion for poetry and writing blossomed at the age of 10, and has always been her truest love. Her belief is that poetry can change the world and open up otherwise unattainable depths of intimacy. You could contact her via her website.
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