Sonnets as Black Holes with Auras

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To see a world in a grain of sand

And a heaven in a wild flower,

Hold infinity in the palm of your hand

And eternity in an hour. 

~ William Blake

The priests, the prophetesses, all that sort,

Want us to look at navels in our souls.

Religions’ exercises are to thwart

Self-knowledge…aiming to disempower souls

(If souls exist).  Religions (only they)

Insist that souls are real.  No other source

For this false doctrine has existence.  Weigh

That fact and then move forward.  Let the force

Of science lead you.  Poets, though, want you

To find the inner life of other things without

Fictitious souls.  The stanzas want the true,

Not falsities, without religions’ pout.

  In one small space the poets want to show —

     Unfeigned — an utter, shining, fragrant glow.

~ Phillip Whidden