By Katja R. Philipp
Finding song In morning bird Where the sun radiates Inside & through The flower pedals move In dance A turn of neck Of elegance and glare The poet at loss for words For a world so rich and alive Turns to song Rhythms bespeak of ritual And ceremony is imbued with it Repeating ancient hymns Of tongues long forgotten, The act of remembering A true revelation A revolution A form of resilience In the cosmic condition.
The thing is Quite simple And frankly… Forget about it! No, no, no And yet, she sighed. A stance needed to take Like a footprint on the ground Legible for the initiated Understood by the tribal Distributions. Wandering for too long Engages energy that Squanders, seized up In the noise of casualty. Saying no is freeing. Taking a stance is the Necessary friction in life To ignite fires that fuel Passions and move us From within.
Afternoon renderings of mind
Repetition As refrain Continually spinning Heard as line in My mind’s ear Tired of repetition I string along Until a clear Thought arises: Time to move. Go for a walk, Will you? Outside! And then the transformation Takes place Inside out …
Do it anyway
Thought process rising Music playing and guitar picking Love songs about longing And despair The blues – are not felt in a Time but across space Captured on record For another forevertime to play Pay homage to the past As it gets evoked in the presence Cycles of samsara Ceaselessly repeat Yet consciousness lights up The load And wires the mind differently In the everyday appreciation A riff repeats A buzzing in the amp Bluegrass vocal timbre A give away
The dervish spins in Time to dance with the fairy Tale to be told, again!
Katja R. Philipp is a German-Canadian artist/designer living in Montreal. She is currently finishing her Ph.D. in Communication at Universite de Montreal, and holds a BFA in Studio Arts and an MA in Media Studies from Concordia University. Philipp writes poetry and creative fiction to give a voice to the silence that resides in the in betweens.