Quis custodit ipsos custodis?

The title echoes the plaint of all who cry for change in this world, that we in miseries moan and stare at saccharine words which cause us to sleep in lethargies, for if words be empty, Soulless, without wings, they ought be burned in effigies.

I'm grateful for the verities of Poetic experience and Poetry often shows this lyrically without the lucubrations of pedantry or the fundamentalism of bigotry. It sings the ecstasies of realization so lightly in these darkened days, lifting our eyes to the nobler quest in Loving ways ... or better yet, it plays with Language and creates anew, as a Poet ought to do?

If words are imbued with silences only the heart can hear, in that Peace the longing Soul whispers with verity, the Logos is thus Theos , and so my dear, we dance in ecstasies merrily.

Yet if the telling is the lure and words are as powers to sway and preach then they neither fly nor teach!

A Poem beseeches us to look and look and see with eyes wide open, for who does not watch the watchers vigilantly, looses Love, Life and Liberty ...

The Tibetans have a name for Sky Dancers. Dakini ... Angels perhaps, Faeries mayhaps; WindWalker echoes these in Aboriginal stories. My avatar is the simple DragonFly which is a creature of water and air, like the Poet who feels deep stirrings and rises with glittering wings so fine, to sing Love songs Divine!

As I read this I chuckled in my Beard ... often children speak and sing of what we assumed takes ages to know, that in our Hearts and wondering minds, the Joys of Loving grow. It's not in knowing words to say, but the dance of realizations play.

I'm happily miserable and of middle age and thankfully relieved of desires cage, though not a Saint but a CyberMonk playing at Poetry as a wonderful way to create Love songs, verily ...

The idea Saint Augustine posited is that we become what we in Joy, Love, so Love up as he so wisely said ...

Man is what he loves.

If he loves a stone he is a stone;

If he loves a man he is a man;

If he loves God--I dare not say more,

for if I said that he would then be God,

ye might stone me!

-- St. Augustine (the Secret)