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SACRED by Anisha Hassam

This poem attempts to understand and appreciate the beauty of creation...

It is a plea for us to unveil and focus on the esoteric instead of the exoteric. It invites us to appreciate the beauty of creation, exactly as it is, by looking within its own nature and within ours, for the two are connected.

Sometimes, stillness speaks volumes, and the understandings that come when one is still and silent can be very profound.  Just like during the simple act of looking at a flower blossom or out into the sea: it's so natural and magnificent!  

I believe that all alchemy rests in accepting creation exactly as it is without calculating it, distorting it, manipulating it, etc. We turn things to gold when look at them through a different perspective: one that doesn't try to control.

 The gold is already here, in the sacredness of simplicity, if only we take the time to notice it.


That which is sacred is simple

That which is simple is the essence

That which is the essence is the ultimate truth

What was once sacred can now be found in journals

The mysteries and marvels are now calculated

The intangible is presented in countless philosophies and theories

In our thirst of knowledge, the sacredness in the sacred is lost

In our quest to understand creation, the mystery of creation

is completely ignored

In our inclination to understand existence, the beauty of

existence is completely distorted

The sacred, forced in a golden cage of ideas and notions, is

screaming for freedom and salvation.

Anisha Hassam: I am mother to two beautiful children and live in Hong Kong. I hold a Masters degree in Statistics from McMaster University, Ontario Canada. I have always had a curiosity about spirituality from a very young age. After my dad was diagnosed with cancer, my life moved full gear in the direction of connection with the universal power. My poetry is a way in which I actively do this. In my poems I often express my innate longing to unite with the divine.  I feel it is a longing that cannot be expressed in any other way as easily. You may connect with me through Facebook here. 

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