Before space, before time,
there is a different heart beat,
without deviation, without pause.
It’s the perfection, before the bang
flung out eternity, and all of infinity
to give to the mind a home.
The purity can never be attained,
no longer instantaneous to the all,
unless you be a binary particle.
My human blood cannot take
the monotony, so the beat speeds,
it slows, becomes silent at times.
My mind wonders, it looks back
on itself, and wonders if it is now
the eyes and ears of the universe.
oils and paint pigments swirl
on canvass, and good or bad,
the created creates.
Comments
You have written a fine poem,
but at this stage all that is asked is that you describe what you see and feel during the drumming trance.
Do it a few more times, letting go of thoughts and preconceptions.
You will get it.
My problem is I am not a very
My problem is I am not a very visual person. Most of my poetry appeal more to the mind than the senses. I have thoughts when I listen to the drumming but see no pictures.
Close your eyes,
Do you see black?
No, you do not, you see vague colours and forms. DO NOT TRY! RELAX, SURRENDER AND ALLOW,
This is more difficult for some than others.
If you give yourself a quiet, relaxed place, sit in a comfy chair, breathe in a deap relaxed manner, allow the colours and images that form from your your eyelids, they will start to form images and even a narrative. There will be feelings.
Then just tell us what you experienced, verbatim, do not try to make it poetry.
What Jess said
Sit back in a quiet place, clear your mind and let it wrap around the beat of the drums. The colors and images will start to form, don't try to stop it, let it go. You will feel things physically and emotionally. Once you are done, write those down as raw as it played out in your mind. Can't wait to see what you come up with