Yogaheart - Andrew Pooley
     
 
Poetry

I found poetry through the sweetness that was Allen Ginsberg, one of those very rare beings who were large enough to be able to include the contradictions contained within the human condition with utter sincerity. The attraction of poetry was based in the realisation that the constraints of prose with its grammar and linear form need not apply to the poet. He was free to bring words to life, to allow them to stand alone or marry, to have abstraction, shape and colour in the way that prose with its need of order could never allow. Although poetry can seem less accessible to some, these words free of constraint allow an instantaneous imagery and can be allowed to change shape quickly. If prose was akin to classical music, in poetry we have jazz. As with prose it is not the words themselves but the imagery that they produce which can open the mind to realisations, which may then find their home, to the heart.

 

Shiva Sky

Clear, translucent and pristine, un manifested potential
a screen on which colours may dance,
to tell a story, a dance of existence,
at once dreamed through exquisite desire to experience.
from the soundless void, the faintest of sounds
given birth through itself to itself

The birth of duality, colours rush fourth colliding
with ether and now I am

A childs soft voice while at play, namah shivaya, shivaya namah ah
namah shivaya shivaya namah ah

like a clear sky reflecting the colours of a world
which takes place in its presence.