Meditation on consciousness, truth and poetry

The interior of my being belongs to consciousness

And consciousness is a shape shifter

Sometimes it resembles a 5 year old

And at others, a woman of 33

All of this belongs to me, and yet isn’t entirely mine to control

It blends with memory and dreams of the future

What has been

And what is to come

And the words that consciousness uses are handed down one by one

Arriving here

Laid down in a paragraph

A sentence rolls out before me

I glimpse inner wisdom for a moment

And then it is gone

Scroll on, to the next post

A life living and giving its words away

One by one

And I’m just watching them go

and learning that I’ll never catch up

*this is the nature of my blog. I write poetry from the heart but whose heart? Mine of course, but what age and is this experience mine or one that I have imagined myself into either through a lens on the past or looking into the future. Or are the words of right now?

Someone asked in an email the other day “was this poem about your Mum?” (Falling Stars). It was a weird moment because (a) I write poetry without considering who is reading it and can’t, or I would constantly be editing myself and (b) where poetry comes from, where yearning or sadness or anger or doubt or any other emotion that pours itself into words comes from…is consciousness – it’s not something I question.

Poetry is a personal journey that is shared but not really discussed because it changes between writer and reader and given a lapse in time it changes even further – like a book which is read at fifteen will contain an entirely different message for the twenty-eight year old.

What I do know, and therefore can answer is this – life is poetry, consciousness is poetry and it has to be true to weave power over both the writer and the reader. Make believe lacks depth and the ability to resonate. Which is why fools and fakes are ignored and why children stop playing cups of tea with dolls. Make believe is unsatisfying to the soul.

Truth has a voice that once you tune into it, is so utterly shatteringly beautiful that you don’t want to listen to any other. You find that power within and you use it in your writing. Truth is poetry, poetry is truth.

I don’t want to answer questions on poetry, even my own, because where it comes from is a river, and as the saying goes, you never step into the same river twice – not even a millisecond after you have just done so.

Instead, the gift is to stand in the water of pure consciousness for a moment and whisper, “the water is clear, I see a catfish, the pebbles are cold and round beneath my feet, these words I know, are not mine to keep, and so I let them go,

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…and an older post – I’m doing this because I’m often shocked by how many are behind me now, so I like bringing them forward

7 thoughts on “Meditation on consciousness, truth and poetry

  1. I agree when you say, “Truth is poetry, poetry is truth.” This is the reason why I started my monthly Poetry Corner. Poems that arise from the consciousness, that you describe so well in your poem, speak to our hearts and souls. We are connected in our shared humanity.

    My dear late friend and poet once remarked that poems, regardless of their personal undertones, take on a life of their when put out into the world. As you say: “Poetry…changes between writer and reader and given a lapse in time it changes even further – like a book which is read at fifteen will contain an entirely different message for the twenty-eight year old.” Keep on writing, my friend <3

  2. Your last bit on truth reminded me about the importance of authenticity. When I’m being my most authentic self it relfects in my writing, and how that self manifests itself can change over time.

    • Writing brings us back to our most authentic self. I’ve only be journalling for about ten years but the difference it has made to my life is immeasurable. Interestingly, poetry is like journalling on steroids for self awareness – I think that this is because poetry deals with/emerges from a part of the mind and subconscious that is not easy to access. At first it is laborious, like using the non dominant hand to write, but eventually it just flows and is freeing and illuminating to thoughts that may otherwise be buried

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