You could never call me a prolific poet. These thirty-one poems have taken me as many years to write. 

 

But there is a reason for this glacial flow. 

 

Rather than being an expression of a sudden insight or an inspirational event, each of these poems captures, instead, my own slow seeding, growth, and flowering awareness of something understood. This awareness-aging process takes time. Lots of time. Even if the writing of the poem itself happens within hours or a day, the necessary gestation happens over time. 

 

These aren’t poems so much as they are the worded history of a backyard vegetable garden: planted, cultivated, harvested, and then shared with family and friends. 

 

They are maps with word-pins stuck in them reminding me of where I always am. 

 

They are endless security camera footage where one frozen frame solves the whole damn mystery. Something like that.

 

Or maybe I’m just a slow poet. Who knows? 

 

I do know that when I read these poems myself over time, I don’t tire of them. This could be artistic narcissism, but I don’t think so. What it really means is that they aren’t mine. The separated, individual me didn’t write them. The more Timeless Me did. 

 

These poems are ultimately about that: the migration of identity from the separated self to the Timeless Self. 

 

Which is a perfect segue to the Timeless You. If you relate to these poems; if they touch you in any way or coincide with your own experience, we will have connected in love, in mutual recognition, even for just a moment. 

 

And isn’t that ultimately what all poetry

all art

all love

is about, 

experiencing our shared Oneness?   

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A DANGEROUS WORK OF ART

Recently I published A Dangerous Work of Art and other poems.

Available in print on Amazon.

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A Dangerous Work of Art

 

From you

A poem is demanded

Or a song from your soul

Or a dangerous work of art.

 

Do it

Or be damned

To a life as a scribe

In a courtroom empty.

 

Will your poem

Be fire-filled

Sanitized

Or never consigned to ink?

 

Will your song 

Be sung by ten million

By one

Or by no one at all?

 

Will your art 

Be timeless

Praised by liars

Or noticed by no one?

 

It's your poem

Your song

Your art

Your life 

And daily decision.

 

What will it be?




Passage from A Dangerous Work of Art

REVIEWS

"Tej Steiner's weaving together of words in a moving poetic flow is masterful. This is a collection of poems that invites you to read them again and again and deepen your experience of the wisdom they impart. An unfolding experience!"

 

"Tej’s collection of poems written with cleverness tap emotions, expands the heart and deepens our insight to our True Self. "

"Tej Steiner's weaving together of words in a moving poetic flow is masterful. This is a collection of poems that invites you to read them again and again and deepen your experience of the wisdom they impart. An unfolding experience!"

 

"Tej’s collection of poems written with cleverness tap emotions, expands the heart and deepens our insight to our True Self." — Dan

 

"What excellent poems, Tej. Are you and Hafiz related?" — Marga

 

"Thank you so much for these deeply moving poems." — Linda M

 

"I have a client who was traumatized in her job as a maternity nurse but the conventional, abusive medical practices and by bullying by doctors and head nurses. I read her The Maternity Ward just now and it opened up a whole new level of releasing for her. Tears and coughing for 20-30 minutes, and I cried too. Amazing poem." — Paul