Rilke Hearing

"Who, if I cried out, would hear me
In the order of angels? If an angel heard
And in a sudden movement I were taken
to his heart,
Into the presence of his greater Being,
Would I not be consumed?
For beauty is the beginning of fear,
A movement we can hardly bear,
And we marvel that it serenely refrains
From destroying us."
~ Rainer Maria Rilke, First Elegy

Raise the Veil

Raise the Veil, by Lily Frost

Now here I sit in a couch by the fire
wondering where is the fruit tree
I am just simply an old tired poet
waiting for the apple to drop tonight

Is Leonard Cohen divinely inspired
under the fruit tree and lotus
I am a vessel channelling lyrics
down from the greater consciousness

And if the angels circle my head
come let them sit on my shoulder
For I am not here just for my service
I have been put here to

Raise the veil, between you and me
between the Muslims and Christians
between self-righteous who conquered the serfs
earning more profits, and saving the earth

There is a light in our unconscious vision
There is a bridge that connects each decision
I am not simply here for my service
I have been put here to

Raise the veil, between you and me
between the guilt and confession
between the mortals and flowers of light
between the soldiers and workers of life
between the verse, the chorus and verse
liberty and the possession
connecting everything to the divine
through this tiny fruit a-furring of mine

Waiting, like an animal, for poetry

"That Everything's Inevitable" by Katy Lederer

That everything's inevitable.
That fate is whatever has already happened.
The brain, which is as elemental, as sane, as the rest of the processing universe is.
In this world, I am the surest thing.
Scrunched-up arms, folded legs, lovely destitute eyes.
Please insert your spare coins.
I am filling them up.
Please insert your spare vision, your vigor, your vim.
But yet, I am a vatic one.
As vatic as the Vatican.
In the temper and the tantrum, in the well-kept arboretum
I am waiting, like an animal,
For poetry.