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Fifteen Years Ago ~ A Poetic Expedition


The About Page is, usually, the second most visited place on any blog—people want to know who’s behind the words

Today I want to reveal some of my writing from fifteen years ago—major revelation of who I am

All the poems in this revelation are also in my book, Is Your Soul In Here <— for sale but also free to download :-)

Though, Is Your Soul In Here contains additional poetry of mine

The name I gave this writing is Nine Tempestuous Moons ~ The Story of A Relationship.

My poetry in this work was all about my reaction to my daughter’s mother.

The Writing I wove it into is by Bahá’u’lláh.

Bahá’u’lláh was banished and exiled for His Teachings and His earthly life ended in what is today Israel, in 1892:
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The Words of His that I wove into my poetry are one phase of a spiritual journey He wrote called The Seven Valleys.

The poems of mine in Nine Tempestuous Moons were the spiritual result of a relationship journey I was destined to make

Perhaps this Poetic Expedition may speak to you………
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Words That Give Birth To Words . . .


WARNING: This post contains Poetry

I have a friend named John who writes some of the most amazing poetry–often, so ripe with meaning, I come away gasping for my literary breath.

In response to his poem, “No Longer”, I wrote these words:

“All is
Lost but the
Chance to
Lose it
All.”

John then produced …in interaction and appreciation of the poetic words of Alexander M. Zoltai…

I’m going to post the poem right here but first want to say:

When someone honors you for something you’ve written that deeply affected them, don’t consider why they honored you as much as considering why you should honor them :-)

JOHN’S POEM
in interaction and appreciation of my comment

Aptly expressed; a delicious thought, actually.
There is unequalled truth to this, the bailiwick
of those who know no doubt that blessings and curses
of this life are in fact inexhaustible, inextinguishable.

What is left then, but Creation, itself? What courage
does it take to approach all aspiration and consummation
in the ashes? Every planet’s doom is reunion with its star;
every star, its own appointment with the beginning

and the end of all that matters and energy’s just what’s left over.
And perhaps this is, after all, the raison d’être
for the inexhaustible,
the indivisible, inextinguishable

pain or sorrow, joy or bliss
within the mansions of this world.
If it is of God, it will last beyond leaving,
and as the longed for inauguration into the Next.

Be it the either which, expressed quite simply,
the Heavens and Earth may cease to exist–
in fact must in the end expire–but His Word
will never pass away, and neither the one

privy to Its existence;
and like all that is, we are in the end,
indivisible, inextinguishable.
Whilst we breathe, so, too, breeds our sacred company,

so, too, our own clear magnification in direct proportion
to recognition of one another and in the reality
of His oneness, our own dear being,
indivisible, inextinguishable.

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