Tuesday, November 8, 2011


The lonely flesh I hide in,
cast it aside and my spirit flies.
Tiny thoughts and blind fears
so far away the world is mine.
As I resurrect the wonders
of ancient days that were never lost.
Drifting through the thunder
storms I create,
and I'm not

Because magic flows between my hands.
My return to the promised land
is just as it was meant to be.
I am everything I see.
Magic flows between my hands.
My return to the promised land
is just as it was meant to be
such is my serenity.

I made a wish on the death of winter.
I burned the book, couldn't turn the page.
Down on my knees; will the gods deliver?
You can't tell me nothing about this cage.
I've lived inside here,
laughed and cried here,
and walked it wall to wall.
With my face against the bars,
I blessed the moon and cursed the stars
until I realized after all
that the world is mine.

The world is mine.

A piece that I've reworked a bit for Open Link Night at dVerse.


Jannie Funster said...

You never cease to amaze and humble me with the depth of your poetic soul.

I am glad you are not afraid, I like the brave you! Makes me brave too. And digging up ancient things that have never been lost... amazingly beautiful line!


Lady Nyo said...

Amazing poem, Mama Zen.

You have so many aspects to your writing, and you surprise me every time. Evocative and powerful poetry here.


Lady Nyo

Laurie Kolp said...

Fantastic, MZ... I especially like the repitition and "I made a wish on the death of winter" really stands out to me!

happygirl said...

I love the image of leaving the flesh or in a cage. Dietrich Bonhoeffer kept flying in my mind. You can imprison my body, but my body isn't who I am.

Natasha Head said...

Tell me you DON'T already have a melody in your head for this fantastic song! I think I can almost hear it! Wonderful

Fireblossom said...

There is something about the line "I burned the book, couldn't turn the page" that I really like.

Beachanny said...

Many great lines here. A poet's poem of the discovery of her soul. Excellent.

Uneven Stephen said...

Excellent poem. I really enjoy these lines:

I made a wish on the death of winter.
I burned the book, couldn't turn the page.
Down on my knees; will the gods deliver?
You can't tell me nothing about this cage.

Thanks for sharing.

Claudia said...

love esp. the imagery in the last stanza ..the burned book and not being able to turn the page..the face against the bars..great...

Anonymous said...

I made a wish on the death of winter.
I burned the book, couldn't turn the page.
Down on my knees; will the gods deliver?
You can't tell me nothing about this cage.

man oh man, i love this! powerful, evocative, human.

nice work!

Brian Miller said...

yes it is, as is the cage you keep yourself in...very nice write MZ...

Anthony Desmond said...

yes - the world is most certainly yours! very empowering write!

Daydreamertoo said...

It's sad that some people go all through their lives and never truly realise exactly what this world is to us all who inhabit it and, what a gift life and it all is.
You are one who knows. :)
Lovely once again.

lynne said...

I once lived in that "cage".. until one day my determination to be free melted the bars..

great poem here MZ.. really strong

somewhereamelody said...

Such intense depth and beauty here.

tinkwelborn said...

my mind runs off to Epictetus,
but this is hardly stoic! 'Internally'
there is anguish, grief, and need here.
''this world is mine''
Love your poem!
good job.

ayala said...

The world is yours,MZ. Beautiful!

Pat Hatt said...

With a verse like that the world is truly yours.

bajanpoet said...

I only got one thing to say.


Eric 'Bubba' Alder said...

"To sleep, perchance to dream..."

Fred said...

An incredible piece MZ, great structure and flow to each stanza and some really great lines throughout. Very strong work, especially the third stanza, which I like a lot. Thanks

oceangirl said...

The world is created for us. Deep emotions.

Yousei Hime said...

Reads like the life of a goddess--powerful, tragic, indomitable. Enjoyed it.

Sylvia K said...

You are an incredible writer, MZ, and your poetry never ceases to amaze me! This is fantastic, tragic, beautiful.


Shashi said...

Dear Mama Zen

I could relate to this very much... the idea about soul and it being en-caged within flesh rings so true to me... thanks for sharing such a lovely verse...

ॐ नमः शिवाय
Om Namah Shivaya

Margaret said...

...I made a wish on the death of winter

Yummy, yummy line!

Heaven said...

intense writing... but i do like the realization that at the end, the world is mine ~

great work as always MZ~

jen revved said...

Gorgeously evocative, MZ-- this poem could well be the lynchpin of a collection, I think! I love these lines and all of it speaks to me, so meditative and a beautiful lyric statement:

I am everything I see.


Anonymous said...

The iterations make it feel incantatory, I believe it!

Charles Chazzy said...

The power of this is visionary and you do a fine job of sustaining the world you create. I think you might introduce the I a bit too soon, however. Perhaps save it for a last stanza, leaving us to wake gently from the vision you have wound so well.

Anonymous said...

Everytime I read u're poems I really feel it in my senses ... the words have the power to go inside me ...I truly love it...


..excellent endliner: ‘that the world is mine’ – brave and sincere song.

Good day!


Dave King said...

Some really great imagery here. I was caught up in it from the beginning.

Patricia said...

wow... the visual is well penned... I can see it... the caged soul pacing back and forth... not realizing how beautiful it is on the outside until she steps out and the world is hers.

johanna said...

wonderful... i wish i could write like this...

Mary said...

I love the optimistic feeling behind this poem. Yes, the world is MINE! Thank you for that.

Jessica Prescott said...

wonderful. i love the repitition.

me said...

"I am everything I see." Yes ma'am. I like this.

"I made a wish on the death of winter.
I burned the book, couldn't turn the page." I love this imagery and depth; the personal meaning here could be anything for anybody. That is poetry, the ability to create numerous meanings within a set of words.

Seek The Sun said...

Beautiful poem! Great imagery! I loved the description of walking the cage wall to wall. I often feel trapped in my cage, longing for freedom of flight.

Charles Elliott/Beautyseer said...


"resurrect the wonders
of ancient days that were never lost."

And the thunder storms that you create!

Enjoyed this, especially "The world is mine."!

Brendan said...

No offense at all intended, but this piece reminds me of "Desiderata," the sort of spiritual wisdom people put on posters or put on post-its next to their computers. A reminder of who we really are and what we can really do. - Brendan

hedgewitch said...

Somehow I missed this on my rounds last night, MZ--you were #2, and I just breezed right by --sorry to be so late to comment on a fine poem--the opening lines are strong, but best is at the last here, in my opinion--last stanza is stand alone good.

The Orange Tree said...


Joseph Hesch said...

Sorry I'm so late, MZ, but life keeps getting in the way. I agree with Hedge, I was hooked by those first two lines and swept along to that knockout ending. Just fabulous work!