Here is my poem for the first Poetry Slam competition.....
Being in this moment
wisdom that is known
visceral enchantment
expressed in blood and bone
No thought for moderation
No bitter twist of woe
Absent of obligation
Resistance cannot grow
Nonchalance an echo
Of times misunderstood
Feelings of attachment
Lost in wisdoms flood
The whisper of the ego
No more reverberates
Deep depths of pure welcome
Where silence take its place
This citadel - this stronghold
Perception ever keen
Allied to sweet compassion
Where love can reign supreme
Come take this walk to welcome
Come hear its reverent cry
Upon its wing take comfort
When darkness speaks it’s lie
For only in this lightness
Where purity takes breath
Will Wisdom be your saviour
Your home of tenderness.
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