Poetry from John Culp


      This ardent rest breeds continuity 
 Allowing a passionate insight before
 the beginning.

     I imagine sight as lost yet the eyes 
 were open while lids were closed.

    The paralysis that never happened as
 inspiration marches the sightless draw
 in joyful repute.
     My song pulls from within. Vibration 
 requires no host only the Love that
 begins all things.

     I knew you were there all the time,
           Before time ever existing,
 As before finds no home in our past.

The magnitude
     As options build excitement
         Rest again, 
            For strength is found in the moment.

The process never left us behind

    Taste and smell, the hands speak,
       As ultra trillions sing a single stand
           Lifting to open skies.