Poetry And Its Mystical Effect -Essay Poem by Martin Lochner

Sometimes I find myself reading more into the meaning of a poem that was the originally the intention of the Poet. Probing and dissecting to discover the essence of the author composing it.

I find myself travelling beyond words to enter the mystical nucleus of the artist and what his subconscious is telling me. Poetry is the magic of painstakingly selecting words, structuring them methodically to denote the intended feelings of the Poet and this is indisputably a mystical rite that enchants those that practices her way.

What starts out as an abstract feeling in the being of the Poet is moulded intellectually and is delivered to create a sense of feeling that is aesthetically sound and pleasurable. I made another discovery that a writers Poem is not only a discovery of that person’s sense of life but mirrors your own life in the words of that Poet and vice versa. Such a discovery is universal, indivisible and complete in itself and explaining such a feeling is trying to explain the inspiration moment of an artist, enlightenment of a monk or even the exultant moment of an orgasm. Everyone is aware of that experience but trying to explain it is futile until you have felt it yourself.

The great Spiritual traditions of mankind knew this and employed poetry to enlighten and provide them a direct channel into the depths of truth. I will only mention a few to validate the point I have made:

Poets:

Basho – Zen Buddhism
Lao Tzu –Taoism
Rumi- Sufism
King David –Psalms

Scripture:

Bhagavad Gita
Kabbala and the Talmud

The power of these works through prayer, mantra, koans and song opened the minds and spirits of those that read it devotionally.

In this spirit I urge every writer of poetry to become a responsible master and disciple of his own inner being because when you send your decoded piece of art into the world it may have a lasting impact into the mind and hearts of those that reads your work earnestly.

For the reader I only have e quote as guide:

” I do not desire to be read but wish to be memorised and recited with your blood” (Thus spake Zarazusthra, F.Nietsche)

Invocation:

In this spirit I wish you good luck with your creative writing and wish the muse always infuse beauty and truth in every word you write with that invisible magic.
Heart lines

my being surges
through optic fibre cables

crossing oceans and networks
entering your foreignness

yearning that this digital fiction
becomes as real and alive

as the hand typing my love