Finding my poetic heart and soul

Hello everyone!

My name is Brian, and about four years ago I woke up to the real world and saw so much love and beauty all around me that words could do no justice. Since that beautiful day I have been working on releasing my heart and soul from all of the shackles that were weighing them down. I am now at a point where I can attempt to use words, although primitive and misguided, to desbribe all of the beauty that I now see before my very heart and soul. Hear is my first attempt at putting this beauty into words:

The River
As my awareness knows,
my mind slow,
as my mind slows,
my love shows,
as my love shows,
my confidence grows,
as my confidence grows,
my life flows,
as my life flows,
the river goes.

Where the river goes,
nobody knows.

Thanks for this wonderful pod.
Brian

Re: Finding my poetic heart and soul

   Hi Brian, Poetry does seem to be a door to the beauty side of things, where “the ineffable things are” (instead of “Where the Wild Things Are” - children's book made into a recent movie). Funny that words can be used to suggest the beyond-words of the beauty you mention. 
  But poetic words are slippery and shiney, often luminous “words” that connect, perhaps, with the right brain, or with the “subtle body” (dreaming mind), and truly bring depth and life to existence. I'm happy that you found the “river”. 
   When you write a poem, you are, in effect, “walking on water”. Instead of something being on your mind, you are closer to being with, really with, the mind.  And by the simple, non-resistant awareness, you begin to float above and around “mind”. 
  From that freed perspective -“walking on water” -  one can gain access to greater, or at least a different kind of,  seeing and knowing. I sometimes call poetic thinking “thinking like energy”, thinking in a way that seems to match the qualities of pure energy. 
   Turn on a light bulb and watch the light energy spread out evenly all over the place, in an overlapping, uninterupted, and interconnected field of wholeness. Energy also passes through things. It is highly flexible, fluid, even able to be “more than one place at a time”. The ancients, before they identified “energy”, called it “spirit”. To me, “thinking like energy” (or like your above, “river”) is looking at things from our spirit, from spirit's point of view. 
   At least poetry is a form of “thinking like energy”, or “seeing like spirit”. This philosophical notion of “thinking like energy”  is a left brain-ish speculation about a right-brain realm of poetry and ineffiable beauty (even the beauty of nightmare-ish dramas), but is in deep respect of the poetic mind.  
   I am so happy that you discovered this dimension, and that (if I am correct) you are now “thinking like energy”. I enjoyed your poem. It helped me to… well, to “think like energy”! 

    Darrell