poesy

We dismiss the power of poetry, its ability to vanquish current bounds, to open doors to other realms, to tumble all walls down. Check this out:

Thinkest thou that I cannot now pray to my Father, and he shall presently give me more than twelve legions of angels?

Angels? Legions and legions of angels? Beings that we cannot see nor trade nor buy nor sell?

Poets blow the world wide open, give us room to reinvent ourselves. Jesus, Buddha, Lao Tzu, Moses, Muhammad, Hafiz, Rumi, Chuang Tzu, the Seers of the Upanishads, John Lennon, Swedenborg, Peter Kingsley, . . .

God save us from the orthodox and the convenience of the conventional.