on awareness and essence

as i see now and suspected somewhere inside,

my post on what i called the poetry of life

was totally misunderstandable and filled with traps.

still, it is that i don't want to write at all,

and i still don't like to write poems.

what i wrote at night could easily be misunderstood

as following a path of romanticism, and this would be

an immense error. romanticism is deeply connected

to egocentrism, barbarism and indifference to other

beings in their singularity and suffering.

the basic meaning was on awareness from inside,

on stepping out to see essence, in good and bad times.

and poetic view and experience is not blind but tries

to be naked of ego and to go near essence, not to look

away and -for me- to have faith in the presence of

the terrible as well as of the most intense joy.

and to say it clearly, this faith which is so difficult to find

and keep has nothing to do with any religion or church at all,

it comes out of this very awareness of essence in all,

be it a stone, a tree or you.

each you.

and seen from there all life is like a poem talking to us,

changing our awareness, our mind, penetrating our soul

and giving us a chance to look out from routine, troubles

and daily  tasks to find a way to be richer and alive inside,

not for entertainment, distraction or an illusion of happiness.

not all poems are happy, not all poems are sad, but many poems

have an underlying current of melancholia, they deconstruct

and show us fragments in the face of our impermanence.

and i am not talking just about my poems.

this is what happens day for day in life for all of us, it is really: 

not to look away. to be awake and aware.

in these associations and reflections i am not talking

on the other aspects of poetry as a tradition to narrate,

to make rhymes on life, to hand out false hymns and to

re-narrate with all possible elation sad happenings and wars,

to glorify persons and a god and to create heroes and untrue feelings

using our childish emotions and confusion.

this must be clear:

i wrote and write on the poetic experience of essence,

on the awaress of complexity and mortality and on the despair 

on how not to know how to act in the presence of  suffering,

including foremost this daily show on our television, 

the bread and games of  so called civilized countries.

i listen to the traffic here outside,

and writing all this appears absurdly ineffective.

The television screens do not listen,

and it so hard to listen anyway.