On the tip of my tongue sits a silent ecstasy
always on the verge of breaking out
but never quite aware of itself:
chanting mindful melodies
and colouring the cities of dust
with rainbow anecdotes
Most of the time its tininess is not revealed
realization blocked in gridlocked thought-traffic
but still it's ready any time,
any moment, ready to jump and turn myself
inside out
outside in
blowing out all pain and misery
bowing gratefully to gifts returned
offering all suffering to the whirling winds
merging with a mirrored mind behind the moon
receiving dreams from the stars
and memorizing the sun's sacred rays
by draining conciousness of every concept
and knowing anything by heart
no need to search anymore
the marriage of World and Witness
is celebrated by my seeker's steps

Wow - thanks for the poem! Thanks for sharing it, it is much appreciated!

I particularly like the "powerful tininess". In the smallest is contained the largest.

While I am in the midst of still setting this site up, and will be sometimes changing things around, one of the long term goals that I have for this site is to have multiple voices. Would you mind if I put this as it's own separate post?

Thank you for acknowleding my wordly dwellings...poems like this come to birth within silent hours and even if they resonate to my own being, echoes from others are rare. So thanx for completing the circuit.

Of course you can post it as a separate post, cause..ahm actually that was my intention in the first place but either you've hidden the button very cleverly or i was just confused from too many hours online so i just posted it as a reply to your poem, which btw. really got my soul spinning as well... ;)