Absurdity is the catalyst of
Becoming. A
Cacophony of noise,
Destruction,
Epiphanies.
Fundamentally, creation is
Gross,
Huge, and a little
Inconceivable.
Just an accumulation of
Knowledge, or lack thereof.
Love, in high doses. and
Memories.
Not just chance, and not
Only
People, but
Questions make up our humanity.
Realizing,
Stupidly,
That the
Universe makes no sense. it’s
Volatile- stanzas with no reason.
Wise, and a little lost
Xenial, like going home.
You will find no ending here, only its
Zenith.
About the Creator
A Flower Song
Apparently the Aztecs, Toltecs, Chichimecs and other Mexica were crazy about poetry. Despite the book-burning, slaughter, and epidemics that characterized the early stages of the Spanish conquest of the empires of Mexico, some hundreds of poems from the height of their tradition come down to us in Classical Nahuatl, preserved by Nahua and Spanish scholars of the 16th century. One of the most famous poets, Nezahualcoyotl, was a sage-king who opposed the cult of human sacrifice associated with Tezcatlipoca, God of the Smoking Mirror, and favored Quetzalcoatl, the Feathered Serpent. Flowers and feathers were the favorite offering of the Plumed Serpent. Moreover, flowers and feathers are a metaphor for poetry. Individual words, scattered petals, the down of tropical birds. The temples of blood sacrifice could be transformed into temples of flower and song. A sublimated offering to the Heart of Earth and the Heart of Sky encapsulated in the Classical Nahuatl kenning for poetry: in xōchitl in cuīcatl, meaning, "the flower and the song." The following poem is part of a longer work, and is in a state of flux, so take the waters as they flow:
By Rob Angeli7 days ago in Poets
Comments (2)
Damn, so many time the letters were used in ways I wasn't expecting!
Love the imagery in this piece!