Gods wine

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Gods wine

This room, these walls can’t hold us

Time and space lose their meaning

Imagination intoxicates us

Trapped inside a dream

Worlds within worlds

Filled with passions nectar

Armed with solitude

Verse after verse

Swept away by a thought

Held there by beauty

Poets

We make Gods wine

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ruach commented on Gods wine

11-19-2009

What a beautiful metaphor! We distill the Divine spirit of whatever we contemplate through words....I really love that. I was contemplating how true that is about music as well (all the arts really,)...how it is our attempt to express the unlimited, the indefineable, in some way that we, in our tender physicality, can comprehend. Thank you!

ruach commented on Gods wine

11-19-2009

What a beautiful metaphor! We distill the Divine spirit of whatever we contemplate through words....I really love that. I was contemplating how true that is about music as well (all the arts really,)...how it is our attempt to express the unlimited, the indefineable, in some way that we, in our tender physicality, can comprehend. Thank you!

Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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