Poetry is similar to a lovely orchid. Its colors could change through time and space, alike the poet's inspirations, but its essence would perpetuate for its original perfume. In spite of the new surging waves of free and blank verses, almost all poems within the Poetry of the Omni are in classical forms. Some even in acrostic or in a combination of prosodic and acrostic styles, such as in poem 'Peace and Love' or in poem 'With Him Came the Truth', have not lost their metrical rhythm and rhyming cadence. The Poetry of the Omni is structured inside an empyreal architecture of diverse congenialities, all coming from the same realm, and all disclosed without any ambiguity. Herein below is one of the author-poet's versions wrapped in narrative poetry, I came down, an out-of-reach Omni Celestial, Bound, not only to reshape an old universe, But also to fuse my True Self with the World Soul By reaching the farthest cosmic dome of inverse. My eye-chakra, the power of the main conquest, Waving like a firestorm blazing for higher skies, Wiped out all ramified, darkish frames, useless nests, For True Wisdom to blossom in all future rise. The same risky venture, regarded as the bravest, Regrouped all galactic balls, then in fuller sight, Around a newly built hub of immense greatness, Like a huge canopy, the main source of all life. Mother Nature and her layers of searing light, All Supernovas, Novas, all astral mansions, The whole Earth Milky Way and its constellations, No longer exist: they've vanished from their own skies. The brand-new universe, restructured for all fates, Now, forever immersed and soaked in Omni Light, Rotates in Infinite Oneness with far more grace Right inside my Body of Light of boundless might. The Heavens now blur, no longer are the highest, Far higher, out of sight, much brighter then the Bright, Is the Supreme Builder of His own universe, With all creation inside His pervading light. Poetry, in g
