Poetry from Janine Canan

THE MOST

 

Are you drunk, yet?

If not, go away—

you won’t enjoy my ravings.

All I hear is sublime Music—

all the rest is utter waste.

Time is a tiny box of matches.

I want to strike them all at once,

flare and merge in the Most Beautiful.

I can’t settle for less!

Can’t we put an end to this farce,

rise up and join the Most Beautiful,

Most Holy and True.

CULTURE

 

Everything that human beings have learned step by step over tens of thousands  of years is now ours to pass on

or—?

 

AND YET

 

People are so strange

nowadays

so very

strange.

Are they really people?

 

And yet I can see

in them

the Stars.

 

LIGHT

 

Death shines

upon me

making Life

so bright—

 

BIBLE

 

The real bible is infinite—

volumes beyond counting—only a madwoman

wants to own them all, and running

over the horizon, vanishes

in endless space.

 

The real bible holds every truth,

profound and illuminating idea

that can ever be expressed,

and not one unnecessary

syllable.

 

It can only be read by the immortals

since a mere mortal would die

long before finishing it—

which would take all

eternity.

 

The real bible explains everything

about life and how to live it,

but its radiance is so powerful,

only a Goddess can touch it

and not be zapped to zero.

 

Indeed, so beautiful and transporting

that reading is impossible—each line

so inspiring, one starts following

its instructions and manifesting

its revelations immediately.

 

Written on the plane of pure Consciousness,

every page so pure that words

dare not appear—it has to be read

directly from

the Author’s Mind.

 

ALL

 

It’s all ONE— that’s all there is to it.

 

FOREVER

 

Your Face pervades the entire Cosmos.

Every cell is so alive, deep

and magnetic that we can never

be separated—we are

joined.

 

FLOATING

 

Floating in thanks,

surrounded by an infinity of thank yous—

every single atom says, Thank You,

for the opportunity to be alive

and aware that I am

 divine.

 

PRAYER

 

Words

cannot hold the River.

 

Words

cannot comprehend Creation.

 

Words

can only pray

 

to serve

the Mystery.

 

Top of Form

 

—JANINE

 

Poet and psychiatrist Janine Canan is a follower of the living saint and humanitarian Amma. She has published numerous books including poetry, essays, stories, anthologies and translations. Visit JanineCanan.com to learn more, or Facebook for updates.