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The Muse declared unto my path when I went off from whereof I stood. She took me to a cliff in a far away island. And thereof, she showed me the end of the sky, and the arch that stretches it to the earth.
She then gave me an ink and a feather and said, “Carve out beauty from among these celestial and terrestrial concepts, in words as upon marbles.” And taking my fingers unto her palm, she kissed them and my lips too, and said, “You o poet, write peace!”
Thus, her breath cleansed my thought as of gold in a furnace; and my fingers were made eclectic, and as nimble as that of a scribe. Hence, from this edge forth, I conceived my mission in this Valley of vision: to attend to hearts of mankind, like a god, with songs of my soul.
Hence, lost in poetic contemplation, I transverse time and space upon spirit's Wings in contradistinction of Zeno's notion. Whence, I come to Plato's World of Forms. Immersed in a mystical ecstasy, with my mind illumined By the Boundless' beams, I partake of the eternal ideas of things. Like of the emanation, images take unto flesh, descending upon my mind In a bridal flush- hence the etymology of the Conjugality of my mind with poetry. For the Muse it is that presided over the synthesis. Whereupon, with essence's breath Saturated, I swerve in Democritus' atoms upon earth, yet intelligibly ordered. For goaded By the Demiurge, the divine Craftsman, I am put in the form, to dechaotise the material world through poetry.
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| تاريخ اشتراك العضو: January 21, 2006 |
| أخر محاولة دخول: May 7, 2009
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