Rula, You often remind me of the way I write in French... My english poetry is much simpler. Seems like I can't write a dense text in English and I guess I can't even appreciate dense texts in English to their true value. But anyway, this poem is dense and ethereal at the same time, a flying rock. My favourite lines : Oh how I long for release!/ Deliverance from each heartbreak/ That cries out for the knowledge of/ life's timeless beauty…/

In the course of our lives, in the world of not of our choice, in the situations, composed by the causes rooted in our pasts, we do come across impressions which makes us stop , which throws us off balance, which makes us see WHAT IS from a different layer of awareness. This is like walking out of a dream into yet another dream where the values are different, where we feel disillusioned. This state of disillusionment is a temporary state, since, in the course of our lives, in the world of not of our choice, we have created multitude of selves attuned our old dreams and their values. These perceptions appear in glimpses ‘Purging my blinding emotional drives I capture glimpses of life Small pieces of clarity I don’t truly fathom’….. And on layers where every thing means so different so much that the meaning of the meaning finds new meaning here. These glimpses are the glimpses of life, of beauty, of knowing, of a reality of different order, generating this urge, this longing…. ‘I want to bare glimpses Of life with surges of creativity To cast my net into that ever flowing stream Gathering those mysterious flutterings’……but this state doesn’t last. Our other selves, drawing energies from the associations external, takes charge of us, Resultantly ‘that Slip so quickly through the fingers… we keep on moving from one set of reality to the other, longing to KNOW, to become one with WHAT IS, longing ‘for a release! Deliverance from each heartbreak which cries out for the knowledge of life's timeless beauty…’ Yes, ‘life’s timeless beauty’. Can one go back to the old dreams having seen glimpses of life, of beauty, of WHAT IS? The only course to my mind is to BE and SEE and in the course of this BEING and SEEING struggle and draw solace from this conflict. Treat this conflict as proof of being ALIVE. Full marks to you. This is beautiful in all respect.

I believe Rula, you have reached into your oblivion bag and extracted thereof, that deep sentiment entrenched into the soul and that is that we all are seeking similar release from such gravity that binds us on this earthly plane. we would seek with words to pave, to make our way for the divine encountering. and what other vehicle but words to mimick wings?

This is the most beautifully written poem on the subject of the inability to find the unexpected. Beauty in this case. This is certainly well written and definitely covers the spectrum when it comes to emotions. I do however find it to be your most perplexing poem to date. As I see it; there is a strong sense of desperation in the first stanza, confusion in the second, contradition in the third, metamorphosis in the forth, doubt in the fifth, determination in the sixth, and anxiety in the seventh. I'm not sure I can connect them all together in a logical sequence, except to say; in the end, the acceptance of what IS, will lead the way to seeing the beauty in all things just the way they truly are in their present form. But then you already knew that. It is this knowing that makes me question my interpretation of this fine piece. I do so love your poetry, Rula, wherein lies true beauty. Namaste...