[Thespiritexpress] Poem Muhammed read at Mastery

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Wow! What a wonderful expression of possession, Riantee! So many fluent phrases aimed at giving/receiving just as the wind escapes the grasp of commotion and accommodation. Thank you for these riveting stanzas that made me wanna levitate...Ya azim~ EdSent from my Verizon, Samsung Galaxy smartphone
-------- Original message --------From: Riantee Rand via Thespiritexpress <thespiritexpress at lists.mcn.org> Date: 6/23/22  8:31 AM  (GMT-08:00) To: thespiritexpress at lists.mcn.org Subject: [Thespiritexpress] Poem Muhammed read at Mastery Possessed by the Muse.  The muse didn’t
wrestle me down on a street corneror on the threshold
of a forest to insufflate poetry
into me,to force feed me the
inspired prophetic breath. The wind of healingthat whispers in the
Chosen’s ear and orders the mouth
to recitedidn’t blow on me.  I wasn’t taken down,
like Muhammad,by the angel who
crushed his chest under its enormous
weight,split it open to
tear out the heart and purify it with
heavenly waters. No, the Muse didn’t
possess me,didn’t command me, like with Muhammad,to deliver the
truth. To me she is more
like a nag who will not give me
any peaceuntil I put pen to
paper in the shade of an
apple tree maybe,on the porch of an
old school house,by the orchard where
the Blackbird cacklesand the Hermit
Thrushes serenades. She orders me to
follow with my pen the subtle currents
of wind,pushing shadows into
worlds of desire,stringing memories
like pearls around the morning’s
neck.She directs me to
catch a radiance not to be missed, but forever escaping
description. She insists that I
must. The mind resists the
supreme effort of flying with the
word,birds twitter,
amazed at this resistance.To them flying is
second nature;they often wonder
why humans have to stay so
close to the ground. My eyes follow the
play of light on the fruit
ripening on the branch, sighting a Bluejay
ready to gulp it down.When I consult the
sky,what does the sky
command?“Recite!” That muse won’t let
gountil I find the
right word,the right phrase,that will embrace
the whole story of poets, prophets,
bards and healers of the past into a single breath
of lavender and
rosemary. Like Muhammed I
resist 

then I submit.




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