White Crow

Is it a series of Haiku, or one continuous poem in parts? I love the way you say so much with so few words. It's like you put the greatest truth down on paper succintly.

 

A shared moment in time,
one continuous poem,
a single frame.

I'll connect it.

 

WOW SLylvanlightning..Your poems are beautiful. I enjoy them a lot. Keep on.

Me

 

Thank you for the good vibes.

 

Oceanic currents


As breath moves,
over the waters of life,
consciousness is inspired.

In the sunlit zone
rays of light play,
like jumping dolphins
refracted between salt crystals.

In this most active layer
lucid presence teems,
shining beyond sub-twilight;
multiplicity gyres.

As the many submerge,
into the deep sea,
diversity settles
forgetting itself.

Wrapped in a cloak,
of inky cold darkness,
remaining eels of thought
become void.

Exhalation stills,
on the minds floor,
as i let go.

 

prismatic essence

 

just beautiful.

 

Deep,
in the secret heart...

a flower smiles,
with radiant faith,
manifesting golden dreams.

 

Man, Ocean Currents blew my mind. What a poet you are, sylvan.

 

Thank you, Trippin... I had alot of fun with that one.

 

Oh how I admire you! And I'm so thankful for sharing your wonderous works. So thank you, sweet.

This thread always brightens my day.

 

Your presence is so intense, thank you for sharing your passion.

 

And thank you for all your encouragement.

 

EXCELLENT!!! Sometimes the subtle beauty of nature can easily go unnoticed in today's world. This writing highlights this God-given masterpiece which we live in. THANK YOU!!!

 

I'm really blown away that you quoted 'Radiant Center,'
that may have been the first poem i even posted here...
what a 'long strange trip it has been,' indeed.

We certainly do live in a magical, sacred and inspired world.

 

Universal Doing


Here in the equality of each perfect center,
sparkling with innocent mindlessness,
an eternal fool creates with infinite prismatic palates.

How does the picture feel, says a comforting glance?
Wordless, in gentle knowing, the Sun rises again;
currents and dolphins merge in a flowing caress.

Aligned to the intensity of surrender,
the beauty of mystery remains,
awe dissolves the meaning of systems.

 

Here is a poem I posted in my personal forum 'Willow Cove.'

Message of Rebirth and Renewal, from White Eagle, Spirit Guide


I thought you may enjoy it.....


http://www.hipforums.com/forums/showpost.php?p=2638648&postcount=49

 

Blazing circle of cricket passion.
Multitudes of thirsty flowers
open to drink the shimmering gold.

Each grass blade
with its pearl of dew,
is nestled with neighbors alone.

These windswept lake ripples,
upon the surface,
but how deep do the currents go...

Those sturdy roots
wrapped in dark earth,
do not long, just grow.

Does it ultimately matter
if my tone matches the birds?
My humming song will blend with bees,
this morning, if nothing else.

Wasp caught,
in a spider-web,
is it tragic or art?

We try to make meaning,
with our patterning minds,
but is it now?

What is seen
when you smell the dawn
unfolding its rays.

To be one,
with these coffee beans,
all else is waiting.

Interconnected centers embrace;
the clothes are a disguise.
Stillness of crystals,
reflections from the birdbath, shimmer.

An immaculate orchid stand,
soars in splendor,
caressing the aloes.

Streams of ants marching in worship.
This cool silence, abides,
from the dreaming self.

 

Let us speak with fragile truths,
freshly wrought ,
from silence to whisper.

Bypass the mind,
like a glass of wine,
with intoxicating warmth.

The meaning of this moment,
is the experience;
your eyes hold new feelings.

Where have you been...
It seems like forever
since your lips parted.

Embrace me,
with just your smile,
then I will understand.

 

She who would be recognized
is a chameleon of form.

Her gossamer gown
of pink and mauve,
spills forth resplendent
through emerald foliage.

Fair Aurora,
sweetest child of golden rays,
yours is the matrix of manifestation.
Weave us a web of light.

I greet you,
in a chorus of feathered friends
and ask of you everything,
yet nothing in particular.

My mind is lost,
entangled in the hair of Eos.

Goodmorning Raphael...

My palms are honeyed
with healing wholeness.

Thy shefa quickens the sleeper.
Thy ruhaniyot swells,
breaking into ruby waves
upon the iris shores.