Smoking angel, draped in transparency, what answers do you find in your coffee grounds? Can you manifest eternity, from these half-life moments of compromise, or breathe hope into my all too human sufferings. My friend and guide, star in the obsidian night, how does thy voice balm my vexing mind so... What divine accord do you call your home... oh clarion-call bringer, from some swiftly approaching now. Please exorcise, these doubts, with your medicinal smoke. Your seraphanite skin glows, like a web of jewels, set against the banal preoccupation of my financial occupations. Whisper once more, of co-creation and the dawn of splendor, that my hours be lightened with timeless bliss. Teach me inner stillness, the power of grace, which rises like a white hawk... soaring with precision, in the landscape of awareness. Come to me, with unfolding petals, that my tensions may melt as surrender. Ask of me everything, that my lethargy give way to the fire lit under me. Transmute this blood, into streams of quickening, that I may rise above the inertia of despondency, into the azure heavens within me. Make me a sharpened sword, of discernment, that I might cut the karmic ties... all the bonds, of self defeating attraction. Show me how to love as the Universe loves, so each creature will receive radiant equality from my simple presence. * feedback, comments & suggestions welcome *
I wanted to share something new and had been feeling out a poem on the blend between humanity and spirit within me. Thank you both for your comments.
Love the flow, that repetitive structure that barely becomes apparent in the progression of stanzas. Your imagery, as always, is exquisite, as well as the vibe... there's a real sense of eagerness, as well as sincerity that I see many try to pull off not half as effectively as you have. I love your explorations, sylvan... you're quite adept at putting the inner self on the page... my only question comes in the last stanza... and is more curiosity than anything else... but, does the universe love? I’ve had a good morning musing over that question, came up with some interesting thoughts… thanks for stirring the hive
i breathe in toxicity pollution and i think in mutated brain cells like a sewer filled with pesticides and herbicides and insecticides and other assorted poisons inside me they take on new life attaching to my cells attaching me to false realities my craving for processed organics is the death of my spirit and the building of a wall around my mind where thoughts and ideas dont come as freely and the raw food cleansing harmonic fire dies but at least i let this world live and give my daily offering though the world seems hopeless and it probably is and i know my tasks to be empty i persist and dream of perfecting my art and practice, to bring this world a little closer to perfection, and passion, and harmony and i give thoughts, so that they may think, and realize, they are given thoughts, from something unconditionally loving, all the time, and realize life is full of interest and love, and opprotunity for love, jam packed full of it, its your show, your dream we can make love lets do it
Wow man, another great poem from you, sylvan. I must admit, I envy your gift for expressing your poetry in such a beautiful, intense but also light way. Your poems are the sweet medicine that goes down easy, but does its powerful work from within.
wow, thank you all! what a warm greeting... & scarlit rose flowz, i love poetic responses, thank you. just returned from dc, saw the dalai lama with marie, kim & greg; also experienced the native american museum and had a wonderful time overall. i'd write more but exhaustion has set in and its time to sleep.
wow, it hat a wonderful power and flow, piced together beuatifuly. very well done Love and do as you please
hope you dont mind me posting here... buried myself in food and booze and a little smoke there and here but excess is less when you realize a spirit lives inside you and sustains itself on untangible love and a little karma that trip just is not for me, not right now then again, what trip is me but a fool so to a fast ill go and a health food and an excercise these things that help me untie my twisted stressed, abused and ignored insides to help tune me in, to what im meant to do, love and find me a nice little groove somewhere right around here these symbols and signs are all around me however meaningless they mean the world to me
Don't mind at all, your writing is very clear and underlines self-reliance. Thank you, for another insightful sharing. Karma vs Grace At the center of all religions is the idea of Karma. You know, what you put out comes back to you: an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, or in physics -- in physical laws -- every action is met by an equal or an opposite one. And yet, along comes this idea called Grace to upend all that...Love interrupts, if you like, the consequences of your actions, which in my case is very good news indeed, because I've done a lot of stupid stuff. Bono quoted in SATLTY DOGMA. I walk heart-paths, lighted by grace; illuminating the cob-webs like golden filigree. I love organic food and work at whole foods market, it is a joy not to read labels for additives or worry about hormones and antibiotics... my daughter and I went shopping after school today.
Love indeed can be found at the bottom of every religion and karma does indeed, come back through the interconnection all life shares as one, spirit really does move through all things and you can therefore never hide from it, It is a shame Jesus is made to look like an impossible one of a kind when all he was tryin to say, is spread love and be kind and occasionally smoke some kind for that plant is a gift, a tool left by our creator, grown organically with ease and providing humans with more purposes than the cherished oil we drown ourselves in, more nutritious than fish or flax or animal flesh, and a high as sacred as the mind of god his self but apparently that is too much and religion, too often becomes a mistake and something beat into your brain from the time your a child not something you grow to love and hold dearly to your heart like the God i came to know in nature, gods real house, all by myself, no middle man or priest commanding me or scaring me into conformity with threats of damnation or punishment i now know, punishment is a man made creation, and everything is a creation underneath, god is unconditional love and love is everything and as humanity goes higher and higher tech our spirituality drops lower and lower sailing the world and conquering outer space when were complete novices at inner space natural food stores carry toxic products too blended in with the beauty the earth intended to nurture our bodies and spirits with, like hemp seeds, or ezekiel breads, complete with miraculous full protein sacraficed willingly from high plants that are still, unlike that of the tortured animal souls we torment and abuse, and lock up in cages, as we steal their babies and lock them in crates for months, for the milk of another species were convinced we need, much like religion, and then the undernourished baby, crated for a month, is now tender, tormented, slaughtered and sold as veil, the meat industry has one of the deppest veils, and its spell is too easy to break when your kind with intention, its a story that would wreck and break any real humans heart if they saw it, on a lighter note, even though the organic sugar saturated dark chocolate is toxic, its on a level small enough for me to accept and their sometimes poison to the earth too with petroleum packages, but its a step forward and i hold them dear as well, for if god is nature, we are to start worshipping that first and see where that takes us
