The Limitless Joy of an Unbounded Religion
As I put down my pen and wake up from the flight of imagined wings, I feel an immense pride to fancy myself as the child of a religion that knows no bounds, that defines nothing. As I look up at the pantheon of this religion, I wonder if anyone who lived and died putting the bricks of its divine pillars ever tried to define it. I wish if I knew if they did but maybe, they surely knew that definition often ends up dividing and poetry has never divided. Poetry has no peculiarity, no bounded identities but an endless horizon where every mortal’s dream can be fulfilled without ever drowning another dream. It is a pantheon of the greatest poem ever – the falling, clinging, bursting, struggling earth but yet a thriving and beautiful earth. It is the abode of the greatest poet. And He has a place for all who have the integrity, devotion and the purity of worshipping poetry; for nothing compares the joy and divinity of creation for in creation, we redeem our being.
your poetry is great! cant compete with you on that field!
ReplyDeleteAmazing prose and use of words... Damn, you're in born in the wrong century, but I'm glad you're here :)
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