The emotions of a poet who calls himself 
"Uootem"

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In Sacred Knowing

(c) Uootem 2002

The spirit's phlegmatic way of touching singes
as it burns its way over the tenderness of my mortal skin
still somehow impresses me with reverence within.

The unveiled poetic heart prays in words like shivers
for in the writing, true meaning and intensity made known
of the clues to life that perhaps time should never have shown.

My aching glance cast toward ancient ritual pleadings
begs consent for something to fill my shrouded soul
the essence of which seems such a futile yet worthy goal.

Enlightenment's chosen path sought by once darkened mind
Tears fall to my chest at its beloved, hindered purpose
to find the esoteric meanings long since hidden from us.

This most human of aspirations is even-tempered here
for it indulges me in its ever resonating peace and tenderness
making passage through my devout chanting sounds I feel it progress.

The moment found in mystical contemplation is ever lingering
as it flows as breathy waves of thought into my soul and sense
and leaves behind its most heady trace of repentance

This sacred act is renewed and not performed in vain
for in this restlessness is zealous enduring comfort found
I am in ecstasy, floating in the discovery of such sacred ground.