Sense impressions intermingled
With a coruscant intellect
Create vivid imaginings – connectedness
A thousand flashes of memory
Rest stops, fragments of homes
The smell of mountains
I cede these visages
Imagery sung by loquacious tongues
In the shadowed corners
All the fears, debts, atrocities are piled up
There’s no escape from responsibility
We’re all complicit, culpable
Our wellspring of shame
Familial bonds and human failings
Mythologies reveal the hidden dangers
Of archetypal activism as we lose ourselves in
Over-identification, righteousness, or doubt
Each moment of conjunction
Reciprocity – when my embodied self
Ameliorated the suffering of another
Or my own is a gift
This rare moment of communion
Intertwining insights
Deeply held convictions
Passions of the mind
Emotive effusions of art
Papered meanings
Visual striving, resolution
Melodic companions
I weep, overwhelmed by sheer beauty
These offerings, sacrifices pointing toward
Divine grace and awe
Genuflections and contrition
All lead to promises of an immortal soul
Chromapoetica 
As we think we experience the divine are we but creating an illusion within another? The first illusion being that we are separate individuals, and then with a modicum of effort we can see the paradox that we are individual expressions of one thing. Call it God, Holy Spirit, ki, chi, the force, higher power…. Then the next illusion comes up that we, I should speak for myself here, I believe that I can understand this. I can grasp the intellectual concept but that is very different from understanding. So I and others, maybe, turn to metaphors, and mythologies to help with understanding by further clouding the experience. I am very grateful to artist and others who attempt to engage and put into words, pictures, ect. the divine and that which is greater than us all, yet is all of us. Even if we can’t “get it” the attempts and efforts lead us through our lives and closer to each other. I agree that the world is a beautiful place worth admiring, enjoying, and being overwhelmed by.
Thank you for your engagement and astute observations. Apophenia is both a consolation and an illusion leading to epiphanies and intellectual traps. Creativity can often fulfill a spiritual purpose and I admit this is how it plays out in my artistic production.
interesting, thought provoking poem!
bless you.