WHEN all works that have
From cradle run to grave
From grave to cradle run instead;
When thoughts that a fool
Has wound upon a spool
Are but loose thread, are but loose thread;
When cradle and spool are past
And I mere shade at last
Coagulate of stuff
Transparent like the wind,
I think that I may find
A faithful love, a faithful love
Tag: meaning
”Ars Poetica” by Archibald MacLeish
A poem should be palpable and mute
As a globed fruit,
Dumb
As old medallions to the thumb,
Silent as the sleeve-worn stone
Of casement ledges where the moss has grown—
A poem should be wordless
As the flight of birds.
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A poem should be motionless in time
As the moon climbs,
Leaving, as the moon releases
Twig by twig the night-entangled trees,
Leaving, as the moon behind the winter leaves,
Memory by memory the mind—
A poem should be motionless in time
As the moon climbs.
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A poem should be equal to:
Not true.
For all the history of grief
An empty doorway and a maple leaf.
For love
The leaning grasses and two lights above the sea—
A poem should not mean
But be.
Blue Waves
We seek assurances
When there are none
Some people tell me I’m easy to love
Some say I’ll never learn
Others are sure I will forever burn
Why is it so hard for me to love myself?
I hear a song of forgiveness and grace when I close my eyes and listen
An invitation to dance beyond self consciousness
To fall back into a deep roiling ocean of thick luscious blue love
Red crackles of light dance and pop over the surface of the whirling curling waves
You can smell sulfur in the air and you can also hear cries of murder and fear as the lightening cracks
Is there a redemption song
Can there be an end to fear?
Is freedom real
Why do we appear
To know what can be known?
To just exist
Or are we just lost in an ocean of nothing
Never to appear again
We must write our own redemption song
Or we will sink into nothingness
And we must sing this song every day and every way we can
subjectless
clear your mind
heal your heart
meet silence
abandon yourself
face your shit
stick around
write some poetry
feel the flow
enjoy the glow
Let There Be Light!
A new video from my Philosophy as a Way of Life series.
Be Lost In The Call
Lord, said David, since you do not need us,
why did you create these two worlds?
Reality replied: O prisoner of time,
I was a secret treasure of kindness and generosity,
and I wished this treasure to be known,
so I created a mirror: its shining face, the heart;
its darkened back, the world;
The back would please you if you’ve never seen the face.
Has anyone ever produced a mirror out of mud and straw?
Yet clean away the mud and straw,
and a mirror might be revealed.
Until the juice ferments a while in the cask,
it isn’t wine. If you wish your heart to be bright,
you must do a little work.
My King addressed the soul of my flesh:
You return just as you left.
Where are the traces of my gifts?
We know that alchemy transforms copper into gold.
This Sun doesn’t want a crown or robe from God’s grace.
He is a hat to a hundred bald men,
a covering for ten who were naked.
Jesus sat humbly on the back of an ass, my child!
How could a zephyr ride an ass?
Spirit, find your way, in seeking lowness like a stream.
Reason, tread the path of selflessness into eternity.
Remember God so much that you are forgotten.
Let the caller and the called disappear;
be lost in the Call.
– Rumi
There are many who would lead you astray. The image is from Blake’s Little Lost Boy series. You can explore as a child. It’s wonderful and all for you to touch and taste. For those who would seek to hold back the soaring hearts, do you not remember your childhood? That child is waiting for you.
Image – William Blake – Little Boy Lost
What Dreams May Come
nothing is free
the scales will
always be balanced
nothing handed to you
nothing deserved
here and now
do the work
and find your
Self in the
Light
Your desire knows you well
The serpent of wisdom
Dragon of temptation
A fair woman
Guardian
The Castle
And Jewels
All fine prizes
In a future
Bounded by
the
Light
What can it all mean
Dreams
Visions
Imagination
Illusions
Deceptions
I had a dream
For my self
I AM in it
Living it
With you
Now
Quantum Heart 