Poetry floats above our belief structure, and it creates a cloud of thoughts that showers our objective world with subjective hail. The hail melts, and our belief system explodes with new roots. Those roots move to the rhythm of our consciousness. We feel the need to explore these roots, even though we have a hard time accepting them.
Poetry defies the collective conforming creature in us and shakes us awake.
Every poem drenches us in the knowledge of nothing but the pureness of our freedom― the freedom to perceive and interpret the world in our way. We recognize poetry by its consciousness symptoms. Poems are consciousness seeds that dwell outside the rigid walls of our beliefs. They wait for a crack to appear in that guarded wall, and then they fill it with awareness.