Poetry - You Are Playing With Me

Hello beautiful souls.

Welcome to my heart.

This is my reading of my poem You Are Playing With Me. A poem about dancing with the divine. Us.

I write poetry to make sense of, express, and capture how I feel, in any given experience, as I make my way through this life.

Some of the things I experience in life can be very hard to logically explain, but poetry doesn't, and has never, needed to be logical.

What my poetry means to me may be very different to what it means to you. Such is the beauty of art.

I hope it touches you, in the way you need to be touched, in this very moment.

From my heart to yours.

Namaste.

Transcript

You are playing with me.

I am playing with me.

It's so exquisitely beautiful.

It makes me weep.

You smile,

A knowing smile,

Smiles of mischief.

You wink at me through the eyes of strangers.

You say things to me that you shouldn't know,

But you do.

You have the names of people I know,

And you look like people I know.

You stay close by my side to make sure I'm okay.

You talk to me through the wind and the trees,

Through the church bells and the bells on bicycles,

Through the beeps of cash registers to the breaking of a mug.

It just doesn't stop.

I am in awe and mesmerised by all of it,

In a state of bliss and confusion.

My jaw hangs slack,

Mouth agape.

Magic.

We are magic.