A Muse Opens Her Heart

A MUSE OPENS HER HEART

Where is my mind?
Where oh where
is that place we’re all,
all of us, all of us,
my sisters and brothers,
seeking – unfulfilled?

Where we can vomit forth
our polluted essence,
our poisoned heritage,
into that accepting lap
at last. At last. Oh yes,
even Calliope herself.

Perhaps her most of all.
What did I, her lowly herald,
earn to merit this though,
that she might honour mine
when I am still searching,
still unfulfilled?

About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

Posted on November 25, 2011, in Poetry, Writing and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink. 14 Comments.

  1. so very beautiful.. i enjoyed each and every line.. 😀

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  2. Where we can vomit forth
    our polluted essence,
    our poisoned heritage,
    into that accepting lap
    at last. At last. Oh yes,
    even Calliope herself.

    I love this. Realizing to accept the past, admiring another’s honesty in past family secrets and skull bones….I really enjoyed this.

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  3. We spend most of our lives searching, Ben. Most of the time we don’t know what we are looking for – just something to fill the hole in our soul, I think. We want to be pure, accepted, acceptable… despite the sins of our fathers. Food for thought… Thank you..

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  4. If merit comes in the absence of searching and in the presence of complete fulfillment, then surely we only rarely deserve it. Ah, but our flaws do not steal our usefulness on every occasion. A pensive and intriguing musing you have fashioned here. Your skill is superb

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  5. This brings me back to another time, a painful one back then and now, a beautiful one found in friendship and inspiration. 🙂 Thank you

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    • And thank *you* for leading me to revisit this. It is a while since Calliope has been quite so intimate with me. But since she and I are eternally intertwined I only need be patient.

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  6. She goes on vacation too. 😦 Mine so often does too.

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    • No vacation, I fear. Simply a trick of the light.

      And once again homage to those who all contributed their comments and spoke from their hearts.

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      • I get the comments but as always I see digest things differently. From your first lines Where is my mind?
        Where oh where
        I was searching for your muse. So I took it as writer’s block because of a vacation. You are fortunate to have a loyal Calliope.

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    • The question

      “Where is my mind?”

      is then re-asked, with the understanding that “my” (our) mind is in exile, just as Adam and Eve were expelled from paradise.

      “Where oh where
      is that place we’re all,
      all of us, all of us,
      my sisters and brothers,
      seeking – unfulfilled?”

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