"Once more poetry is for me the soul-making tool." Amen, sister!
"...when I am in a state of grace, when the deep channels are open...when I am both profoundly stirred and balanced, then poetry comes as a gift from a power beyond my will." Sigh and goosebumps.
"The delights of a poet as I jotted them down turned out to be light, solitude, the natural world, love, time, creation itself." I feel a poem coming on, thank you May Sarton, you are a Master....
Movement of the Masters
©Karla Johnston, Inner Constellation.com
Lift, sink,
ebb, flow,
swirl, scoop
the energy.
Watch, guard,
examine, sever,
deflect, absorb
the weakness.
Close, open,
merge, stretch,
draw in, release
the breath.
Life is a dance;
beautiful, effortless when in the current.
Be not fooled by grace.
Complete attention is necessary.
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