True Poetry is the unspoken words of the soul. The essence of life lingers within these words and even more importantly within the space between them. What I’ve learned, instinctually, through great curiosity, observation, and presence, as well as within the lessons from the greatest spiritual teachers to ever live, is that the strongest form of communication is untainted silence.

            A true warrior knows not war but only peace; a true warrior is in fact peace itself. But the warrior only discovers this through his greatest battle and with his toughest opponent; that opponent is his own reflection.   

            As one of the most prolific poets that I am aware of, I claim the sanctity of wholeness within the words from which I speak to you. The growth of my character has shed light upon the necessary angels and devils and their innate desire to be sung to the sea of eternal life within the cadence of this text and all of my creations.  

            All of the voices and chatter that reside in the limited confines of my mind have continually become transmuted into a silent smile that has the magnetic pull to turn heads again and again. The beauty of presence is that it never gives up, it is always there and always alive, because it’s the umbilical cord to the womb of life – it is eternal and forever nourishing.

The power that I’ve attained has become so conducive that it has the temporary ability to part any black cloud of doom that lingers over the sebaceous souls of melancholy and gifts a temporal sunshine of euphoric electricity to those that unknowingly travel this lifeless path of the mind’s imprisonment.

I have cultivated this great power by loving myself well into death and becoming free of who I am and who I thought I was.  

By seeing myself in the eyes of everyone else, my connection to the oneness of life and its mysterious divinity became my true home; even when discomfort occurs and the mind echoes old fears and regurgitations, the peace is so great that nothing can dismantle it – for there is nothing to deconstruct – and the sky consistently reminds me of this.

The pervading peace that lies beneath your shadow shall be the window into your soulless soul: my home – our home – God’s home.

            I truly love all of you – even when my mind speaks otherwise. This is the power of the untainted silence that I speak of.  

            In order to truly love, we must first die.

I have died several times in order to love myself again and again; in doing so I have discovered the greatest strength known to humankind. I have discovered the space within me that simply cannot be filled with futile bullshit; worries and stories that are downright laughable. The sooner you begin laughing at the chatter of your mind, the sooner that you will find the place of freedom that takes no seeking.

The sooner that you can use the power of the mind as a tool rather than it use you as a tool, the sooner that you can have the most intimate of conversations with God.

Wow, what a great fucking entry. I wish I could take the full credit for it but I’m not the only one who wrote it. But my name is on the book cover? Hm. I am in tune with the flow.

True Poetry.   

A great part of life is suffering but I speak to you to alleviate the unnecessary sufferings of the mind that deceivingly claims to be a part of life; the narrative of the mind is a separate entity and is not to be mistaken with what life is and the very gem of who you are. Just as a diamond requires great pressure to form, so does the character of the individual. Glimmering beauty is birthed from pressure, nonresistance, pure acceptance, all in according to the lawless laws of Nature. Within this clarity, the greatest of Life’s sufferings shall hold the most vibrant euphoria to eternal aliveness even while knocking on Death’s door.

Though I am no master and I am a forever student, I wish that the wisdom that I share to you resonates with the truest part of you. 

I have suffered enough and I know that it is not in accordance to Nature because Nature does not resist and the conditioned mind does; the conditioned mind produces rigidity, tension within the body, trapped energy, neurosis, illness and more – Nature allows everything within its path to innately flow like a gentle yet pervasive stream. There is no inorganic intervention and this is why it is forever sustaining and the beauty that we recognize within her is merely our own; a glimmering reflection to the invisible place to which the mind cannot seek.

We are truly one with the gentleness of Nature. Every glance that I take, I am forever nourished by the breast of Nature’s vibrant and bountiful beauty.

At this moment the conditioned mind is not a necessary part of Nature itself, but it is a part of the biological evolution for the human species; how the two shall meet and coincide down the line, I don’t know. But I suspect that as Nature instinctually fights back against the unconscious threat of human pollution and the collective ego’s tendency to greed, war, and manipulation, in order to come together, a threat against the atmosphere of earth’s skin will naturally order humanity to work synergistically with Nature as it once did, before industrialized agriculture and advancements in technology, humanity will then use all of their intellectual knowledge and wisdom of Nature to sustain their shared existence as a whole – some will label this as a form of “divine intervention” but in reality God has given up his place upon the throne a long time ago and the One has manifested itself again and again in all different shapes and sizes, some tarnished, some lost, some evil, some sinners, some saints, and in every single one of these broad range of characters is the reflection of the Divine.

As I sit here, observing the beauty of Nature, the still tree that dances in the wind in front of me comes to life through the portal of my eyes; the tree grows legs and begins to dance. As I bring her to life and admire her beauty, she kisses me on the neck and humbly thanks me for admiring her with no intention whatsoever, no conceptualization, no mind…

True Poetry is True Love – both seek nothing.

If you have not yet looked at the sky today,

Please do so;

Once during the day and

Once during the night –

            Within this simplicity

            Holds great might.

7/1/24 – Michael Angel Loayza Jr.