POEM: Ninja Poets

Poets are like ninjas
They come from anywhere
They come from nowhere
Everybody has heard of them
Yet few actually see their work

There are lots of poets.  Though some might say not enough.  Most people do not read poetry at all.  That is, unless you include clever advertising as poetry!  I may just.  I see poetry everywhere.  This is probably why I write more poetry than I read.  While I am inspired by others’ poetry, I tend to go straight to the source: life itself.  After all, poetry is just a written result of the heart and mind making love in response to life.  The inspiration is in the source, not necessarily the effect or interpretation of the source.  Poetry may just be a grasping for God, just another elucidation of a deeper, even ultimate, reality.  Poets are like priests.  In an ideal world, there would be no need of priests.  There would be no class of people to mediate our experience of God, and deep realities.  We would directly experience such realities.  But, alas, we do not live in an ideal world, and poets play a role of elucidating, perhaps even inspiring, others into experiences of deeper realities.  Though good poets want to work themselves out of a job, to see others read directly from the depths of reality and offer up their observations, not for some other end, to publish or convert, but as an inescapable expression of joy, grief, and every human emotion and experience.  Our lives would be our poetry.  Then, everybody would be a poet and nobody would be a poet.  Hey, and who doesn’t want to be like a ninja?!

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