A Poetic Monolog

I’m the estranged often ignored artist
Writing in isolation and solitude I persist
Too sensitive and deeply in trances of introspection
I’m blessed with the profound connection
To this natural and spiritual world
Stringing my words like strings of pearls

I’m against the materialist view
I’m for the pantheistic outlook if one might knew
Gothic and holy I paint wisdom and clues
Do I attribute myself with childlike innocence?
Seeking to transcend the world of illusion
Contemplative and meditative
I’m more often provocative
I have for myself premonitions
Of premature death with detailed confusions

Beauty, I say is art and spirit
Beauty that elevates consciousness
With profound awareness

Magic,
I need more magic from the Divine One God
To traverse life confidently
And not left on the threshold
I have more of the untold

For now,
Leave me alone looking inwards at my world
World of transcendent reality
World that rejects spirituality

I’m enlightened by my own deeds
With God in death I shall meet

Written and recited by:
Elmi Zulkarnain
April 2006
Loads of thanks to my mentor,
Prof. Brendan Buxton

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