Thanks for Lake muse. I deeply appreciate the last four lines, how sounds of words with different spellings and meanings dance together. I am curious to read your reflections. How does love enter into this space for you? I know how and why love enters for me, in the stillness, in the presence and allowing, in the merging of writing, muses' stirrings coming into being is an act of witnessing, then expressing, midwife-ing creation. And creation is an act of love.
You’re welcome. I really like how the last stanza came out. And I appreciate you sharing how love appears for me related to what you feel in this peace. I’ve heard others describe it as when we enter a place of stillness, or mental calmness, all that remains is love…
I like the idea of midwifing creation, Zelle, when there is no one to call on and the poet has only themself to assist in birthing the poem out of the silence from which the words come
Gorgeous, Brian! All of it is wonderful, but the things that resonate most with me on this morning are that you are just there, just Being, and receiving what nourishment the lake offers you. You can never go wrong when you are by yourself next to the water and being present!! Brings you back into yourself, into the serenity and love, for sure!! Thanks for sharing. XO
I love this image of the body as a wave.. something about it speaks to me and in the form of the poem it feels like the inevitable conclusion as the image builds and builds like a wave out to sea.. until it crashes in. Gorgeous.
What a great ending stanza, and it's good to hear you read it too. I always feel short on time and tend to rush my reading, and your voice slowed this poem down to the speed it needed.
Thanks! When I go back and listen to my first readings I did for Substack posts, I feel I rushed those. But there are times I go back and feel sometimes I read too slow. Reading is an art, and it’s fun to try different styles. Thanks for listening!
Yes, I like this. And as for me, I used to write with music, but I do not do anymore thus I can hear the words better when I say them in my head. Also, I find that I can concentrate more in the absence of music or any other sound.
Interesting! I usually write in short segments and find ambient music is helpful to get in a state of mind where I can write. But not that day sitting by the lake!
With the photo and your voiceover, this was quite something, Brian.
I don't know whether it's true or not, but I can see and imagine you simply penning this down in one sitting without interruption, simply letting those waves flow into you. The last three lines nail it for me.
For the last stanza, there were a few edits but not many and it flowed quickly…Thank you for being such a consistent reader and friend here in Substack!
Thanks for Lake muse. I deeply appreciate the last four lines, how sounds of words with different spellings and meanings dance together. I am curious to read your reflections. How does love enter into this space for you? I know how and why love enters for me, in the stillness, in the presence and allowing, in the merging of writing, muses' stirrings coming into being is an act of witnessing, then expressing, midwife-ing creation. And creation is an act of love.
You’re welcome. I really like how the last stanza came out. And I appreciate you sharing how love appears for me related to what you feel in this peace. I’ve heard others describe it as when we enter a place of stillness, or mental calmness, all that remains is love…
I like the idea of midwifing creation, Zelle, when there is no one to call on and the poet has only themself to assist in birthing the poem out of the silence from which the words come
Gorgeous, Brian! All of it is wonderful, but the things that resonate most with me on this morning are that you are just there, just Being, and receiving what nourishment the lake offers you. You can never go wrong when you are by yourself next to the water and being present!! Brings you back into yourself, into the serenity and love, for sure!! Thanks for sharing. XO
Thanks Danielle, you’ve got that right!
dissolving cells interchangeably flowing into another - forming into what we express it to be. Yes
Thank Patris!
"love until love cannot be contained by skin and
skin dissolves into breeze and
body breaks as a wave"
I love this image of the body as a wave.. something about it speaks to me and in the form of the poem it feels like the inevitable conclusion as the image builds and builds like a wave out to sea.. until it crashes in. Gorgeous.
It makes me happy you got the image and placement. Definitely what I was going for!
(or lake)
What a great ending stanza, and it's good to hear you read it too. I always feel short on time and tend to rush my reading, and your voice slowed this poem down to the speed it needed.
Thanks! When I go back and listen to my first readings I did for Substack posts, I feel I rushed those. But there are times I go back and feel sometimes I read too slow. Reading is an art, and it’s fun to try different styles. Thanks for listening!
What a feeling! No need for a body anymore. Existing outside oneself, and part of Everything. Pure love.
You nailed the reflection 😊
Great sky!
So beautiful.
Thanks! I appreciate your support of this project! 💫
Thanks, it was a stunning night!
A poem about becoming the lake that you gaze at. Nicely done! I like it.
Thanks!
I have to join the chorus. Those last lines speak to culmination and creation.Great picture and writing. Daniel
Thank you!
Trying to write something about it since yesterday
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Would love to hear it when you have it!
For me, you are describing awe, the experience of a disolved ego,the Self in you delighting in its own creation!
Thanks for sharing your thoughts here. I think you could replace the word love with many words in this piece including awe…
Yes, I like this. And as for me, I used to write with music, but I do not do anymore thus I can hear the words better when I say them in my head. Also, I find that I can concentrate more in the absence of music or any other sound.
Interesting! I usually write in short segments and find ambient music is helpful to get in a state of mind where I can write. But not that day sitting by the lake!
"love until love cannot be contained by skin and
skin dissolves into breeze and
body breaks as a wave
breaks onto lake shore"
The cadence here is moving. And feels to me like the cadence of opening to love - any love- of place, of another, of self; divine.
It's hard to point to what stirs me. The stirring is the gift of your poem. Thank you for that.
Thank you 😊
With the photo and your voiceover, this was quite something, Brian.
I don't know whether it's true or not, but I can see and imagine you simply penning this down in one sitting without interruption, simply letting those waves flow into you. The last three lines nail it for me.
Incredible. A favourite.
For the last stanza, there were a few edits but not many and it flowed quickly…Thank you for being such a consistent reader and friend here in Substack!
Thanks Mike! My fav poems keep me out of my head and in my body…
I agree, Mike. Sometimes language is a mystery—more like an intuitive experience. I love reading poems like this.