Among Friends

[onewhiteSparrow]

Years ago while I was in High School one of my abstract oil paintings won an award.  The painting was a waterfall in the forest.   I listened while people looking at the painting talked about it and what each person saw in the abstract painting.  

Same goes with poems.... what is within each of us will tell us what the poem means to us.  The author had other thoughts when the poem was written.  

That is the beauty of art in all manners.  

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Why am I telling you this?   When I started this topic I had beautiful feelings, thoughts and was happy to the core of myself during the day.   Saint John wrote the poem I shared and I have always loved that sweet love poem.   I offered the beautiful charming love poem for others to read.  I was trying to help the negative forum turn to beauty.  

What happened?  

As always the same nics started talking negative about the poem.  None of them saw the beauty of the poem.  

So I removed the poem....they did not deserve beauty.  

I removed it to protect it from more harm.  

Beauty shall be called Truth. 

P.S.  I re added the poem lower down this thread.  It was written by Saint John.  I had other views about the poem and of course I understood his meaning.  But I didn't relate to his views....so I told my views of how I relate with his wonderful poem.   Poems and art are sometimes abstract.

[Goldengate8361]

Glad this makes you happy. Personally, this sounds a little strange to me (just my honest opinion).

[oceantown]

When the cares of the world get heavy for my shoulders I remember this:

Casting all your care upon him; for he careth for you.

(1 Peter 5:7)

[Puzzle Piece]

Astral Projection ?

[deepwaterdotter]

I must be too simple- and/or shallow-minded to understand the OP's quote.  Does it have something to do with seeking attention?

[onewhiteSparrow]

"One Must......

Believe oneself to be a guest of the earth.

Hear the sky's music and feel the silence of space.

See the melody of Light; music of the spheres.

Travel to a land without Time."

~onewhiteSparrow 

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[MacDUFF]

I love this excerpt from When You Are Old, Wm. Butler Yeats...

How many loved your moments of glad grace,

And loved your beauty with love false or true;

But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,

And loved the sorrows of your changing face....

[Preds]

[MacDUFF]

Here's another excerpt that I always like.  It's from a poem called Lasca by Frank Desprez about a cowboy and his Mexican sweetheart caught in a cattle stampede (which is why I'm pinging @LTT1 ...I think you might enjoy it)...

...She would hunger that I might eat,
Would take the bitter and leave me the sweet;
But once, when I made her jealous for fun,
At something I'd whispered, or looked, or done...
She drew from her garter a dear little dagger,
And — sting of a wasp! — it made me stagger!
An inch to the left, or an inch to the right,
And I shouldn't be maundering here tonight;
But she sobbed, and, sobbing, so swiftly bound
Her torn reboso about the wound,
That I quite forgave her. Scratches don't count
In Texas, down by the Rio Grande.....

[MacDUFF]

@onewhiteSparrow

Christian mystic poets...very esoteric...how did you get interested?