touching Poet

-- a Poet looks like a sphere which has his centre everywhere and her circumference nowhere...

like the circumzenithal arc which is the most beautiful of all the halos and like all 22 degree halos depends upon your perspective, where your feet are and the crystals of water and dance of light in the sky which caress your eyes and initiates a synchronous synergy of synaptic firing sequences that coalesce in Wonder...

Blown away

a Mystic candle
enamouring Fire
is so light --

shimmering tenuously
lurching shadows
and listening

to a silent language
unspoken from within;
a wordless cry --

while
all around
storms are gathering!

et expecto resurrectionem mortuorum

an open invitation to a Heart enraptured
riding the glimmering shimmering wave
of ecstasies to the Goal divine;
the longing song to Love sublime

a writer writes and writes
and a pianist plays piano over and over
and a photographer takes many pictures --
engage in the Dream and allow it to happen

-- the giver is the real Lover --

and that lowly worm that slimmered within
as a curious catalyst did begin to metamorphosise
as a nymph of dreams emerged
and a Yellow-winged Darter DragonFly
did glitter by with the sound of Why?

The shimmered wing did fling
the particle and synapses fired a neuronal light
and the Dream became realized.
GlimmeRings and SpHericals as waves of sound and sight 

on the pond of the Dreaming mind where not was wrong nor right!

a Heart enraptured riding the glimmering
shimmering wave of ecstasies to the Goal divine;
the longing song to Love sublime --

I want to become a Poet like a sphere 

which has his centre everywhere
and her circumference nowhere, 

without but within, no beginning nor end...

wreck

no! forgiving
slams doors

speeds away
furious grinding
raging gears

tires squealing
smoking resistance--
a combustive

violence,
roaring metal
teeth clutched

shifting knuckles
eyes wide jammed
aching heaving

faster faster foot
to the pedal
ramming night

screaming, shiny
jagged pieces.
dripping red

d
e
a
d /end\

the scholiast

~            wending ways
a recipro-story
              in meaning lies

              stony wit falls
down empty wells
             disappeared drops

eventually recalls
                     retro-active
receding halls

      omen nomenclature
winding down
            ghostly gutturals

after words
                   denoumeant
and drinks

Homunculus

In unendurable agonies,
eyes burning tears,
he disgorges his own flesh,
and is captive to inviscerated sins,
a mutilated anthroparion,
eating himself and falling into despair,
he sinks like a stone into an empty well!

His silent anguishes of tortured lament,
a tormenting dark his raiment,
cast in stone, he is unborn
of homunuclus descent...

His darkness the progenitor of Light!

Maps and Treasures: a denouement.

The Alchemical Triptych: allusions as I aestivate --


To appreciate the allusions in these writes you ought to see that this transfiguration of Man into an Angelic Being is part of what is going on here -- that it is definitely one layer of this. The Poetic allusions do have other layers or vibrations which can be found hinted at within the Alchemical Triptych of Poems. The Alchemy of Light and The Alchemist are the other two members of this Triptych with The Calcinator. The ICONIC Black Madonna with Christ Child is another hint for this piece. Although I'm not a religious man per se, I find the allusions of religious mythologies to contain various verities concerning the evolutionary possibilities of Man to Divinity; in this case the Alchemical transformation of Man into an Angelic Being.

The Calcinator is a tad abstruse -- the idea is simply that transmutating the baser elements to gold through Alchemical Fire which is shifting atomic valences and even the mass and spin of particles at the Quantum layer of reality -- this is reflected in the Holy Fire of the Heart, a process which changes a Man into something akin to Angelic!

I liked the slipperiness of the words -- and their Magical qualities. Poetry as AbraCadabra.

The 'numinous valences' of the Atoms and Quantum tunneling of Divine Light changing the Quantum mass and spin of the particles can be best imagined as what went on when the Christ Being Transmuted into Divinity over the course of three days in a cave, then resurrected leaving a portrait of the Transfiguration on a shroud. He was only visible in this Light Body stage for a short time according to the stories.

Alchemical principles are in accord with the stages of evolution and are somewhat hidden in plain sight. Nature is plain and simple and aching, longing to evolve into it's own light body. My previous allusions in the story of 'Every Planet longs to become a Star', are also of this Light Body Mythology.

Stars and Galaxies are like the Angels, you see! From Stars we come to Stars we shall return -- a scientifically verified verity. Lucifer was a Star before his fall. Galaxies even have wings. I imagine that the Rhapsody of Divine transmutation is being triggered wherein this Divine Light in us and our beloved planet transfigure into a Star! Oh, how glorious we are!

This is playing with Mythology which may be stories of our own coming Raptures!

It's ironic and a well made Poetic plaint. The impermanence of relationship as being a touch stone, a reminder that our lives are often clad in wearisome miseries making the 'every beautiful day' an empty statement. Yet, it is not so, at least not always so; the dust and ashes of the wastelands is also a temporary trip. A verity of Human struggle wending a way to some surety, some safe haven, a paradise.

Triplicities abound, Blessed be! Poetry often plumbs the plight of the dispossessed and the marginalized. Whether the forces are without or within it's time to begin -- As the mysteries of our own Hearts unfold, showing us how connected we are to all that is, that we are never 'alone' but always growing, becoming, being!

... and we are a miracle ... a song of Love, where sorrow and Joy, laughter and tears, are each a note in it ...

Beauty echoes through all things, like Natures laughter in a flower... and a communion of the 'Eternal Present' exists, as if no past ever compelled, nor future beckoned.

I'm reminded of the Mythologies of the Nile Kings. On their journey to forever, through to the other side they must stop and be questioned and their Hearts weighed against a feather. They are asked two questions which assure their journey to a Heaven or a Hell world. The first question is, 'Have you ever experienced JOY?' The second and more profound with relevance to Poetic realization is, ' Have you ever brought JOY to others?' -- there it is, the Secret to Immortality! Raising the vibration. Alchemy at the quantum level.

The Sufi system of exercises in raising oneself in vibration consists of utilizing a threefold path to awareness. They combine the Mental, Emotional and Instinctual in a harmonious way to attain Light Emitting capacities. Whirling feet realized they use a Zykir which is a mantra in the Heart center and the Mind is constantly marking time and memorizing meter while the body is whirling; ecstasies are reached as the Alchemical Fire burns within; the being body is raised to Light Body! Quantum changes are made this way -- all Religions echo these Cosmic Truths but often falter to fundamentalism which is the last refuge of the ignorant and fearful.

The allusion of the Fig Tree is wondrous. It was the first Tree to be intentionally Farmed by Man and is coveted for the wholesomely nutritious Fig. As the symbol of Life it also escalates to the present condition of our World; the World Tree is broken too.

Nature is plain and simple and She cannot be killed by the discriminatory ignorance's of Mankind. Rather Mankind is in for a tempestuous transfiguration as part of Her birthing to something heretofore unseen on this Planet. She transmutes and roils in change and Her many Love children to come are imminent!

Woman has taken the brunt of the ignorance's of Hierarchical Monkey Male dominated tyrannies. Many have fallen to the Economic wars assailing our Planet even now. Women, Children, Animals and Trees have all fallen row on row to the unquenchable appetites of Fear. Mans arrogance of ignorance has lead us all down the present path; we can do nothing about it now. The time is nigh -- Love over Fear through radical forgiveness will further our personal evolution, however.

This shows that arranged marriages may be the better way, after all. Man has a myopic flaw; He's a Fool for Love! So are we all with Hearts ever innocent to begin again! The Poet is a Romantic and the vision of Romanticism echoes the Devotional Bhakti Yoga of the East. The alluring longing song a mantra to the remembrance of the beloved one. In Constant Remembrance of the Beloved a longing ache to awake! Oh, to kiss the beloved with the same kiss the beloved kisses me and by that surrender live in eternity! That kiss!

Love has very little to do with most forms of marriage. It is usually DarWINian yet may have Human affection as its basis. A training ground to surrender often failed to mutinies of selfish, I wanna be me, I’m special misconsiderations.

As a Native American I am aware of the Moon Time and the belief that Woman is closer to the Earth. I believe that is the case most of the Time, actually! Other cultures like the Greeks knew that a Woman's Power was great during Her Moon and a special Temple was built for them to be in during the three days of Moon time. When doing the various ceremonies in our Sweat Lodges the Moon Time woman are given their own Moon Sweat Lodge. The cycle of Nature as reflected in Woman as the Power to Birth and the cycles that even the Great Oceans are moved by is a wondrous reminder of the gift that Womb:Man is.

A point of note is that in forensically foot printing the DNA histories of the Native Americans here it was found that the nearest racial connection is with the Greeks after all! Our Great Mother started in Africa so the science has unfolded.

That Woman also seems to be the one suffering the ignorance's of Mankind the most with Cancers and other diseases of Pollution. She is so in tune with Nature that she also sympathetically feels the malaise of Nature. Now it is being reacted to by a healing crises and Earth changes.

There are no maps for the territories of the Heart ... and neither are there numerical gauges nor graphs! Spreadsheets don't mean a thing when your Heart does sing!

Man is doomed by his own hand. He is ruled by his own Monsters. Economies of War!

I concur with the plaint albeit with the caveat that Nature has not played out Her last. She cannot be killed by Man. She is plain and simple after all and the Man made holocausts that She will overcome are now and forthcoming after all. A healing crisis and we the viral mutant to be exorcised. Change is imminent!


These Hierarchy Desire Monkey games are behind the arrogance of ignorance of DarWINian imbued Economies. It is tedious playing the theatrical games of the old paradigm; Monkey Math, so I've transfigured and -- -- if you want to get anything done in this Universe you've got to become a force of Nature and follow transfigurations and ache your longing to the edge of forever and get ready for the ecstasy...

The Calcinator

I’m fire enamored,
a thousand prayers decomposed;
radiant in my reduction.

Light gathered, bent
revealing my lustrous
and numinous valences.

Quantum cool, tunneled
quickened with intentional
mass and spin until within --

Without transubstantiation,
I can do nothing in this Universe!

The Alchemist

As a child she watched the sky
and saw the dreams of wind.
She listens now to the trees.

While reading the sea
She heard the songs of
waves gathering there.

She is enamoured by
the dance that fire makes
returning light from ash.

She lay on the ground
and embraced the deep
longing ache to become.

She is imminence, she
made this place under
Moon and under Sun.

Bracing, she is
ready for the anguishes,
the blood and the Holy transfiguration!

Where I am ... "Micro-Fiction"

Every step I've taken on the road of my life has lead me to where my feet are now. If I know where my feet are, I have the beginning of where I am going and the end of where I've been.

Hey, watch where you’re going, I'm walking here ...

Music

She is moving
formless as
foam touched wave

She is winged
as feathers
caress silence

She is dreaming
ancient rhythms
in sea to sky



Listen ...


NB: The Soul speaks in silences
only a willing Heart can hear,
an ancient ache of longing,
a compass, the heart taking you where,
Love is the goal, I'll meet you there ...

Dirt: the dirt on dirt

WORMS desire,
the little peccadilloes,
inside the flirt you flaunt.

Lilting, the way you say
oh, Baby come on
I need my BONE today!

d
o
w
n
with the DIRT
WORMs will have their way ~~~

a BONE of truth
is stuck inside;
the DIRT of your denial

WORMs within;
as dark muddies
the refuge of desire.

BONE up to destiny.
the DIRTs on you!
say it isn’t so --

I'm abstracting because I'm digging the dirt metaphor for first principles of Linguistic creation: why is DIRT used as a metaphor for lowliness and lowliness as a derogatory assignation? Dirt is full of life and all manner of creatures inside that make up you and me. You are DIRTY they say scrunching their faces as if you smell of rot and doo doo and all things dirty are better off dead! I'm a heathen it was said, an assignation of dirt you see, all over me, I'm mud and clay and so much more, shall I be. All dirt is made from Mountains and Mountains are made from Fire and a Star exploded in ancient space for all this to transpire. So I am DIRT you know, so my writing does show! From dirt I come to Stars I shall return but first through the lowly worm!

minimalism at play: the hole is filled by the dirt you dig up and the worm cleaned bones of your inferences

Quis custodit ipsos custodis?

The title echoes the plaint of all who cry for change in this world, that we in miseries moan and stare at saccharine words which cause us to sleep in lethargies, for if words be empty, Soulless, without wings, they ought be burned in effigies.

I'm grateful for the verities of Poetic experience and Poetry often shows this lyrically without the lucubrations of pedantry or the fundamentalism of bigotry. It sings the ecstasies of realization so lightly in these darkened days, lifting our eyes to the nobler quest in Loving ways ... or better yet, it plays with Language and creates anew, as a Poet ought to do?

If words are imbued with silences only the heart can hear, in that Peace the longing Soul whispers with verity, the Logos is thus Theos , and so my dear, we dance in ecstasies merrily.

Yet if the telling is the lure and words are as powers to sway and preach then they neither fly nor teach!

A Poem beseeches us to look and look and see with eyes wide open, for who does not watch the watchers vigilantly, looses Love, Life and Liberty ...

The Tibetans have a name for Sky Dancers. Dakini ... Angels perhaps, Faeries mayhaps; WindWalker echoes these in Aboriginal stories. My avatar is the simple DragonFly which is a creature of water and air, like the Poet who feels deep stirrings and rises with glittering wings so fine, to sing Love songs Divine!

As I read this I chuckled in my Beard ... often children speak and sing of what we assumed takes ages to know, that in our Hearts and wondering minds, the Joys of Loving grow. It's not in knowing words to say, but the dance of realizations play.

I'm happily miserable and of middle age and thankfully relieved of desires cage, though not a Saint but a CyberMonk playing at Poetry as a wonderful way to create Love songs, verily ...

The idea Saint Augustine posited is that we become what we in Joy, Love, so Love up as he so wisely said ...

Man is what he loves.

If he loves a stone he is a stone;

If he loves a man he is a man;

If he loves God--I dare not say more,

for if I said that he would then be God,

ye might stone me!

-- St. Augustine (the Secret)

Alchemy of Light

Seeing, staring at forever,
looking out from inside,
listening to the silences there.

That uncommon tongue
speaking the language
only the heart can hear.

A fractal crystal of watery light
holding the presence of a Star;
as above and so in you,

in remembrance of the night
the longing song in radiation
hurtling through space; infinite.

A tale told with stillnesses
is either a particle or a wave.

In verity veritas verily

Not only shall the Truth set you free but you will Dance in verity ...

Oh yes, may this Love be our very Goal,
by which our meandered lives in restlessness go,
so by the compass of our Heart
we strive to Love in each and every way,
to Love I go again today ...

A lyrical ode and one we sing,
with all our Heart does bring
and then we swell as Lovers do,
cherishing each moment so ...

To see with eyes glittering
looking from the Soul of it,
in verity veritas and so compassionate,
and I've 'oft heard it said in wit, verily,
that if you spot it you've got it, merrily!

Yeah, that lively Dance, where,
I'm neither compelled by the past
nor future beckoned,
but whirling feet realized on the path of infinite now,
verity glittering in my eyes,
listening to the language only the Heart can hear;
where there is Love there is no fear.

It transforms the day when we say, hey,
today I'm going to rise above my social disguise
and wear my Heart for all to see,
that's the way I'm going to be ...
In verity veritas verily ...

Cliché, it's getting old!

How Cliché can be Master of the Seeming ...

Old, alone, done for,
It’s as clear as mud,
Time is a one way street!

It’s a grey area
In black and white
You’re born, you live, you die!

You’re always right.
It was inevitable.
Like Death and taxes!

The grass is greener on the other side!
A rolling stone gathers no moss.
Wherever you go, there you are!

Careful what you wish for!
The time of your life,
Tongue-in-cheek,

Short and sweet...

bursting with the light of the Sun

... As above, so below, is the cross of change, as above, so in you, isn't truth oft' strange ...

There are moments when rhapsody
expands the heArt to bursting in a longing song
like the rays of the morning Sun.

... there are ecstasies lingering between these words,
feelings of connectivity rhapsodizes the spaces and longing,
that intimate language of the Heart, permeates therein ...

You feel the words like the warmth of the Sun
on your face making you pause --
a remembrance in the light
the longing song in the particle
hurtling through space to your face.

to look and look and look, and dare to see
from in the Heart so wonderfully,
that all the beauty we can embrace
comes from inside your original face ...

and if you let the Heart through
'tis only the good you'll do
and while looking up at the face of the sky
smile and you'll know why!

As above and so in you
the light, the warmth, the sky of blue
and in the darkest of the nights
the Stars that sparkle as they do...

I see the glint of light in your eye,
the spark come from the Heart of flame behind it,
this mindful prayer flashing in a Loving look
... bursting with the light of the Sun.

the Dream of every Planet is to become a Star

the Dream of every Planet is to become a Star

A Story by jeRRy

'from stars we come, to stars we shall return' ...

My take on the essence of creation is that you are a fragment of Nature's urge in the Land you are born to. That you reflect the land you were grown from and moreso you are a fractally flawed yet perfect vehicle of all that is.

Somewhere, an ancient voice sounded, in this land. From times when this land was peopled by the various red nations. A time when the white nations first gathered on her shores. That voice told of how it would take several generations for the land to change these new people. That the land would mould them for whatever evolutionary urges the land would require. That time is now ... these new caretakers come from all the colours of the Medicine wheel. It is you and me ...

I was musing about the 'cultural hybrids' that make up the melting pot of peoples here. Watching all the differences with my mind, following the threads of history each 'hybrid' carries in their DNA and level of consciousness. Each a bridge, from a place, a people and a past.

Then, I watched them with my Heart, with eyes Divine. As the Heart does not 'differentiate', I was able to see how each and everyone, fulfills Natures purposes, whether or not they are aware of it.

Natures garment is a pliant organic layer of roiling change like a gossamer web of interlaced lights of Love and Joy; that is you and me ...

Change is the primary motivation of Nature, roiling with incessant urges to sparkle in a new way and for a brief instant become amazed at this Beautiful moment; yet She lingers not as She is vast and pregnant with Loves many children to come.

Nature does not differentiate, She proliferates diversity in a multifarious spontaneous Joy. Distinctions like race will always become revised and experimented with by Her, with Her goal and not ours, as the longing pressure to evolve. She sees Stars!

Monoculture and homogeneity are dead ends and Nature is fractal in her motivations and experiments of which we as Human kind are only a part. She will design with various intelligent evolutionary perspectives as Her basis and the decision tree is always interconnected with ‘all that is'.

The ‘goal’ is part Art and Part Science and part Spirituality. Sometimes she produces amazing creatures whose only part to play is a brief flowering of Beauty, a temporary bliss like a sigh exhaled in proclamation of awe. At other times she creates Monsters to ravage complacent aspects to be recycled for future births.

She is plain and simple and in plain sight yet we do not see Her ‘nor revere her wondrous dance enough. She Loves when we respond in change with her organic symphony. Dancing in sympathetic vibration to Her Loving song of longing.

Nature chose us as the mediums of change it wants to become. We are a thin organic layer upon the face of the earth. As the Earth's consciousness evolves and changes, so does our own.

Each of us is a synaptic impulse transmuting cosmic energies, into the stuff the Earth can use. Each, a bridge of energy transforms, dancing in ways the Land realizes, in its march towards the goal; evolution towards a Star!

What does not Dance in change withers and rots, recycled, to feed all of Her newborn; it is a Loving spontaneously beautiful Dance like when the Heart and Mind are passionately fired in creative synchrony bursting with ideas and the joy to express them in Artistic majesties; this is you and I.

As we are the Lands Agents of Change, we all have purpose and are connected to her. Even in death, we are utilized for the stuff we transmuted while living; recycled and born again. Then, as the Land Aspires to become a Star, (the Dream of every Planet is to become a Star), we shall all transcend in that blissful transmutation ... dust to dust, each mineral born of Cosmic forces, the furnace of Stars; from Stars we come, to Stars we shall return ...

"In the light of Cosmic time, both great and small are extinguished by that infinity, yet it remains important that we create, explore and evolve with the courage of a Loving Heart." Pema Dorje

Welcomer

The welcomer with

a fish on his back.

Arms raised in

fullness of heart

wide apart.

Stands so with

eyes on the sea

from which he is

grateful of this home.

Without a smile

with sacred means

welcomes your dreams!