a Poets Path

a Poets Path

i am the uncertain cloud

misshapen

unformed

a non compliant giant

of essence

that is moved by the winds of change

i hover over the mountains

when i touch them

they touch me

and my presence condenses to form

i am now a dew drop

as i begin my poetic journey

i am moved by a necessity

commanded by gravity

and i gather with my peers

and we together form a puddle

a collective of oneness

as we cohere in connectivity

in word

in the law

of gravity

and in consciousness

our being migrates

to form a rivulet and thus a stream

our movement becomes a flow

down the slopes of understanding

and we are transcending

while

moving a small piece of the Mountain

to that Holy River that feeds all life

along our way

this and every day

we offer cleansing

a rinsing of the soiled things

and sparkle of hope

for which life sings

and babbles

and speaks anew

as we feed the seeds

of all hopes

we finally arrive

to that Ocean of truth

in movement

in life

in word

and the Earth of all things has heard

our song

as we quenched the soul thirst

of all who would drink

and again we are thankful

to have touched

and given service

as we again return

from whence we come

thus is our sum

thus is our path

of spirit

that of the Poet

© 3 March 2011 : William S. Peters, Sr.