The Gated Place
Jul. 10th, 2014 10:48 pmFROM 2007... Once in a very blue moon I write some poetry. I was going through some old papers at my workplace office and I found the following poem I wrote many years ago. With some tweaking, for your consideration...
The Gated Space
The journey extends far beyond this gated space.
Seeking escape, seeking embrace.
Always the path turned back, returning to this gated space.
Asking when, asking why.
The companions met.
The beautiful seen away from this gated place.
Cannot return to them.
So much phantoms and dust remain upon entering to this gated space
What magic do these gates possess?
That they pull back, that they keep out.
Passage is freely given and no price is asked.
What became of escape? Where is the embrace?
Are these the unasked due taken?
'Given' speaks the Gated Space.
The beginning and the destination reveal the secret.
The journeys are a dream.
The companions and beauties are passing visions.
The gates possess no magic.
For I am not a space.
I am the embrace.
I journey seeking myself, outside of myself.
The mirrors in others reveal the nature of the place.
A sigh of time escaped the lips waiting the returning embrace.
It waits crouching within the guise of the Gated Space.
The Gated Space
The journey extends far beyond this gated space.
Seeking escape, seeking embrace.
Always the path turned back, returning to this gated space.
Asking when, asking why.
The companions met.
The beautiful seen away from this gated place.
Cannot return to them.
So much phantoms and dust remain upon entering to this gated space
What magic do these gates possess?
That they pull back, that they keep out.
Passage is freely given and no price is asked.
What became of escape? Where is the embrace?
Are these the unasked due taken?
'Given' speaks the Gated Space.
The beginning and the destination reveal the secret.
The journeys are a dream.
The companions and beauties are passing visions.
The gates possess no magic.
For I am not a space.
I am the embrace.
I journey seeking myself, outside of myself.
The mirrors in others reveal the nature of the place.
A sigh of time escaped the lips waiting the returning embrace.
It waits crouching within the guise of the Gated Space.
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Date: 2014-07-12 03:01 pm (UTC)I journey seeking myself, outside of myself.
The mirrors in others reveal the nature of the place.
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Date: 2014-07-12 03:39 pm (UTC)I am tickled that you saw through the whirling ego of the poem. Now I would love to meet you in person that much more. Those lines are the heart of the poem, and the rest of the poem is the framework for those lines.
The lines that follow (A sigh of time...) speak to my continuing struggle with intimacy, and its role in my life. Spiritually I am aware that intimacy is more than physical, but I have intense struggles with the topic. Going to massage school helped a lot. Social dancing is continuing my journey of awareness. I just wish I could be more happy with it. "A sigh of time escaped the lips waiting the returning embrace."
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Date: 2014-07-12 03:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-07-12 03:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2014-07-12 03:51 pm (UTC)