June 6th, 2016

Shaman - Horse

Poem - Muse's Grace

Sometimes poems fold into themselves, and then expand as if by magic. My poem “Muse's Grace” worked this way as I pursued the thoughts of artistic direction and the sharing of life through art.


Muse's Grace

My voice was long vacant
as much as the normal man
consumer of life was my task
while articulation was suppressed.
In dusky shadows secrets lay
remote from view in distant glade
only seen at the muse's request
an artist with too much to hide.

The doors were locked for a reason
away in that bunker where madness reigned.
Why does she ask me to step forward
when this past was best concealed?
Wisdom comes from the answer cast
answered by the guide by my side
look within is the her cue
there are things others need to hear.

With each step in darkness deep
a single spark was lit in my soul
with small flames have now combined
enough to light my way on dim days.
This gift I have to share with you
though the wick meager in the dark
unsubstantial in gloom's full force
yet just enough to speak my mind.

The good is eager to show its face
the bad reluctant to share the light
the ugly much shyer in its shame
all of these are who I seem to be.
Is this all I have to deal
a deck stacked by madman's sway?
Yes says the lady of poet's hand
put to ink the worst you can.

This I offer with muse's grace
to tell you humbly that of our place
is shared within living tombs
waiting for our time to come awake.
From our sleep we will emerge
step from shadow out of glades
move to the light where angel's bless
the fallen seeking God's embrace.

© 2016, Sean Green. All Rights Reserved, 20160606.
Shaman - Horse

Poem - Nag Champa

I danced with a friend who smelled of Nag Champa, an Indian incense with the ingredients of various resins and sandalwood. Encountering it was a very pleasant surprise as I often burned sticks of the incense many years ago.


Nag Champa

She smelled of Nag Champa
with a look blessed by magic
as the fragrance that hovered
over beauty's enchantment.

Her smile was earth's delight
grounded in pleasure's kindness
granted to those she met
with blessings of a hallowed space.

The sandalwood spoke two tongues
solemn in celebration's voice
mischief in mockery of pious things
entwined as breath of her sexiness.

The sacred was held in duality
humanity asked to rise above
frailty evoked by life's hardship
achieved through strength of self revealed to all

My memories moved to older times
when the aroma was part of life
by the younger self I was
evoked by the one in the now.

Meditation was the end result
thoughts of continued bliss
with the one who carried forth
the redolence of gods' incense.

© 2016, Sean Green. All Rights Reserved, 20160605.