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RE: Poetry - Confused - 03-26-2015
The One on the Hill
There stands a hill,
at the bottom of whose slope is a city.
In that city,
was born I.
As an uneventful childhood passed,
I would espy, at the top of the hill,
against the silhouette of darkness, a lonely mysterious figure.
Most of the denizens of the city,
did not seem to mind the persistent gaze of the lonely one on the hilltop.
Days flew, years passed.
I grew.
As circumstances changed,
life got unbearable.
I found constant strife all around.
Individuals against individuals,
one set of irrevocable interests pitted against another.
Families becoming hunting grounds for abusers,
communities struggling in pain, conflict and fathomless alienation.
In the haze of automatic haste,
once in a while, I would gaze,
to the top of the hill, and there,
the mysterious one with the constant gaze.
One day, turmoil wracked the city.
Its people had turned on one another for some reason.
My mind and body, were affected in the violent rhapsody.
There I lay,
broken, bleeding and helpless.
I was beaten and I had beat.
I was broken and I had broke.
I was abused and I had abused.
This was not a place for the lone sage.
Lying there helpless and guilt-ridden on the ground,
my breath raising the dust under my nose,
I tilted my neck upward.
There, on the top of the hill,
the lonely mysterious figure.
But this time, I caught the gaze of the one on the hill,
with my own piercing eyes.
The one on the hill remained unmoved.
In the meeting of the gazes through the haze of the burning city,
was exchanged the wisdom of futility and duty.
I moved away my gaze and waited for help to arrive.
But I knew deep within me: the gaze of the one on the hilltop,
follows inexorably its own ways of persistent inquiry.
RE: Poetry - alchemikey - 04-01-2015
i want people
to be passionately pursuing
making a difference in this world
by both their being and their doing
i want people
to boycott these corporations
that are full of selfish interests
and keen on planetary degradation
i want people
to rise up like a tidal wave
against the exploitation of water
this precious element we must save
i want people
to stand tall like the trees
to turn their lawns into gardens
and to plant flowers for the bees
i want people
to really come alive
to be burning deep inside
to not just survive but truly thrive
i want people
to be dancing in the streets
belting out songs from their hearts
on every corner drum circle beats
i want people
to slow down the rat race
to get back in tune with nature
and to not leave a single trace
i want people
to stop all the childish fighting
to gain a broader point of view
where the global heart is seen igniting
RE: Poetry - Shemaya - 04-01-2015
That is an awesome poem, alchemikey. Thanks so much for posting.
RE: Poetry - alchemikey - 04-04-2015
your welcome...it feels good to share such things
don't you find it bizarre
that we came from the dust of a star
exploding and coalescing into forms
pleasure of rose petals.,.pain of thorns
so let's stop pretending that we're not
both the fear of cold and the love of hot
in this time of initiation and transition
it's very important to honor each decision
we are putting ourselves to the test
a portal is opening for a new quest
shadows are surfacing from the deep
follow that dream...take the giant leap
the wait is over and it's time to get serious
about ways to heal gaia...let us all get curious
we have taken enough...she's at the end of her tether
i believe humans can fly...but only when working together
RE: Poetry - lovecast - 04-04-2015
One Again
[To Carla In Love/Light Memory]
[sup]© [/sup]Good Friday, April 3, 2015
By lovecast
[sup]No part of this work may be shared or reproduced in any form without express permission of the author,[/sup]
[sup]unless it is with the express purpose of imparting divine love to others, and not for personal nor material gain of any kind.[/sup]
Our journey's end draws near;
We approach its' “dead-end”, free of fear.
The Light brightens in the West;
With ascending step, we breach its' elusive crest.
Shimmering luster, beams through yond' door;
Revealing The One we have witnessed countless times before.
Vision clear comes to us now, as perseverance grants reward;
Labors rendered, rest now sings in one-heart accord.
Sister – Servant, Mother – Mentor, Faith-heart – Friend;
Speaker of Truth, Arrow of Light, Loving to the end.
What tribute we may offer now, render we all in heart-felt gratitude;
And now, as always, loves' distortion to the “N[sup]th[/sup]” degree in magnitude.
Oh Great ONE, one indulgence grant us, is our plea;
Let one lonely tear fall, in hope to set one more captive free.
Thus, in “merry” parting, already missed, as if too soon;
Yet we too soon shall follow, be it Full … or New Moon.
So still be our “Light” held high, to us guide;
As yet Wanderer-pilgrim we for a season here/now abide.
In appreciation of Carla: fearlessly questing Wanderer, loving servant of the One. - Dekalb_Blues - 04-05-2015
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A Parable of Immortality
I am standing upon the seashore.
A ship at my side spreads her white sails to the morning breeze
and starts for the blue ocean.
She is an object of beauty and strength,
and I stand and watch until at last she hangs
like a speck of white cloud
just where the sea and sky come down to mingle with each other.
Then someone at my side says,
"There she goes!"
Gone where?
Gone from my sight... that is all.
She is just as large in mast and hull and spar
as she was when she left my side
and just as able to bear her load of living freight
to the place of destination.
Her diminished size is in me, not in her.
And just at the moment
when someone at my side says,
”There she goes!”
there are other eyes watching her coming...
and other voices ready to take up the glad shout...
”Here she comes!”
~ Henry Van Dyke
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गते गते पारगते पारसंगते बोधि स्वाहा
(gate gate pāragate pārasaṃgate bodhi svāhā)
"gone, gone, gone beyond, gone altogether beyond-- O what an awakening, all hail the goer!"
Bon voyage! dear Carla. Thank you for your loving service. How many lives have you been instrumental in illuminating? A life well done. A thousand cheers to your spirit!
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LZeZQNoKPYQ
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mm7muPjevik
RE: Poetry - alchemikey - 04-11-2015
there is a collective brain
of which we are each a neuron
there is also a collective heart
humans ready to get their purrr on
keep on firing away those dreams
the freedom to think any thought
the pulse of love is strengthening
becoming the lovers we have sought
through each connection we grow
as the vibration on earth gets higher
a thought of the sun...we are so loved
we are held in its bright warming fire
engulfed in each stars radiance
we are literally in an ocean of light
the source is within and all around
available to be tapped for soul flight
RE: Poetry - AnthroHeart - 04-11-2015
In Infinity is all that we can imagine.
But we don't have to be *infinite* to experience it.
RE: Poetry - alchemikey - 04-15-2015
what would you say qualifies
a meditative mind?
do you need to sit in lotus
to go within and find?
or can you keep your calm
amongst the daily grind?
in the way you speak and act
can you remember to be kind?
and when you do get frazzled
take a slow centering breath
let the stories reach "the end"
welcome their timely death
notice how much lighter you feel
as you release that extra weight
the portal to presence is a heart open
as silence forever wipes clean the slate
RE: Poetry - Reaper - 04-16-2015
My tongue is a desert.
Words blown about, desolate,
uninhabited, feared.
My eyes are an over-painted
slick cliche, blinking
across a rusted atrocity.
My hands have aged from
under-use, hesitant
to reap a bounty forsaken.
When my words were like
clean water and seeds,
making the ice fields glow;
when my fingers drew fibers
from your heart
in golden strands, conjoining;
I would have borne
the agony of my senses
to stitch our worlds together.
The mud has swallowed
my intentions, vomited
a shell-shocked copy you
court with more courtesy
than the truth springing from
my bones like crystal shards.
In a world of neon saturation,
drowning in the freedom of
anonymous slavery,
I did not stop shining.
RE: Poetry - Bluebell - 04-17-2015
is there a story for me to tell?
is my truth but a ringing bell
do i see
you and me
as one slaughtered entity
dancing in eternity
waking up in bed
tangled, heaving, red
to the sound of a ringing bell?
is that who i want to be?
RE: Poetry - alchemikey - 05-14-2015
don't be so harsh
so overly critical
loathing upon what's past
now holds no grudge
it's overtly open
embracing each die that's cast
honor that freedom
to choose and to feel
when we are off the mark
aiming at moving targets
with arrows of intention
this life we play in the dark
good deeds brushed aside
it's easier to find fault
but that only leaves one in prison
as we divide what is whole
each judgments an assault
upon the inner christ that's risen
to the lofty realms of love
where self is known as other
teary eyes of compassion gaze
across the rainbow bridge
connecting all time and space
guiding any earth child that strays
RE: Poetry - AnthroHeart - 05-14-2015
Lovely. I also try not to loathe what's present.
RE: Poetry - Lighthead - 05-22-2015
I Am Darkness by Lighthead
(This poem is inspired by Charles Manson's I am a boxcar hobo statement.)
I am the darkness
I am a dirty knife in the sink
I am a rough edge
I am a stop sign in the middle of nowhere
I am a mosquito ready to pop
I am a hoarder
I am a burgundy jumpsuit
I am a comedian who is dying inside
I am a broken television
I am a slick magazine cover
I am an old coffee table
I am a dying trend
I am work
I am a biological necessity
I am a product that has no function
I am a four dollar painting
I am a book that has never been read
I am a principle that never gets discovered
I am darkness
I am the number five
I am a bathroom floor
I am a well-used bible
I am the wires
I am a box in the middle of the living room
I am a lab
I am therapy
I am the green man
I am electricity
I am Christmas
I am a series of waves
I am a large head
I have to be fed
I am a cartoon
I sometimes teach
I am dust in the circuits
I am a child on the ground
I am a clicking sound
I am the fall
I am a son
I am a delivery man
I deal in insurance
I am domino
RE: Poetry - Minyatur - 05-22-2015
I Am Something by Minyatur
(This poem is inspired by Lighthead's I Am Darkness.)
I am something
I am well
I am unwell
I am something else
I am unwell
I am well
I am something else
I am confused
I am something else
I am confused and unwell
I believe I am not confused
I am darkness
I am unwell
I am well
I am unwell
I am well
I am darkness
I am darkness
I am confused
I am Light
I am darkness
I am tired
I am what I am
I am what I am not
I am nothing
I am something again
RE: Poetry - Berilac Sandydowns - 05-23-2015
Thoughts written in electric fire
Hearts touching in copper wire
Souls meeting in electron streams
On the net, sharing dreams
*****
RE: Poetry - lovecast - 05-26-2015
I am the East
I am the West
I am the Dragon at love-fest.
I am the North
I am the South
I am the Snake most melee mouthed.
I am the Sun
I am the Moon
I will be gone one day too soon.
I am what's up
I am what's down
I even spiral round and around.
I am the All
Yet ever so so small
While I look in a crazy mirror, becoming so tall.
I am that I am
Dreaming a song
Singing it sweet, singing it strong.
Listen someone
Hearing it prolong
Then You awaken, and its All gone.
Then I discover
I am not at all.
RE: Poetry - lovecast - 05-26-2015
(05-26-2015, 05:55 AM)lovecast Wrote: I am the East
I am the West
I am the Dragon at love-fest.
I am the North
I am the South
I am the Snake most melee mouthed.
I am the Sun
I am the Moon
I will be gone one day too soon.
I am what's up
I am what's down
I even spiral round and around.
I am the All
Yet ever so so small
While I look in a crazy mirror, becoming so tall.
I am that I am
Dreaming a song
Singing it sweet, singing it strong.
Listen someone
Hearing it prolong
Then You awaken, and its All gone.
Then I discover
I am not at all.
Thank you Lighthead & Minyatur for the inspiration ... i think i get it.
RE: Poetry - Raz - 05-26-2015
word weaving
awareness perceiving
signal of interdimensional family bright
heavy light, gravity sight
phases of the prime meditation
released assumptions of situation
spontaneous understanding of words, fascination
all is always aLright
a L-oving right
dramatic silent space
never know what will spontaneously take place
Nothing is the most dramatic of all
undefined something ready to heed the call
the call of what we naturally understand
when we realize alwayseverland
RE: Poetry - Berilac Sandydowns - 05-27-2015
The bridges so carefully built and tended
rickety all the same
burning now
the past is a stranger
the future a friend unmet
every step is into a void
the trackless path
doubts whisper
groping in the dark
sensing the Light
RE: Poetry - Raz - 05-27-2015
The unbound Smile:
Being of the smiling mystery
sensing how vast life is outside of mental future history
Why do I smile? Whats behind it?
nothing, there is nothing that binds it
the unbound smile is always there
even in a frown or any other facial scare
like the sun it is always shining
regardless the weather, whatever clouds has put it in hiding
Sensing the sun behind the clouds
everything is touching, last night I sent the sun my regards
where do we end, where do we begin
the primal spiral
listen to the spiraling ring
the carrier frequency of awakening
lighten up it´s all OK
learning to live in winter as well as day
RE: Poetry - Lighthead - 05-27-2015
Concrete
Is this the end result?
Is it just done and that's it?
Does it fall?
Do we get a leg?
Or does a leg come up for us.
Kissing the leg...
Does it fly up and down like some kind of bad 80s movie?
Is there a stasis?
Is there a midpoint of existence?
An intermission?
Or a hypostasis?
Not the best
But certainly the worst.
Not the worst
but certainly the best.
Is it caught?
Does it fall?
Is it on the ground?
Or is it set.
A period of mentioning for sure.
Is there blood?
Do they want more?
How do they get past this?
Is it more?
It's certainly about tradition, but nothing more.
Once we get past this "stage", then we'll know if there's something more.
Is it on the ground?
It's certainly a conspiracy, so there's nothing more.
It's not in the clouds yet.
And it's not on a downward spiral.
It's concrete?
RE: Poetry - Raz - 05-27-2015
I´m touching you
you touch me
reality is together
intimately
Love is holding us together
so that we don't dissolve in to the nether
space cant keep us apart
we are connected within our heart
loving us
is all I want to do
loving us
is easy cause we´r beautiful
as stories are told
we will never grow old
self is truthfully bold
only when confused
will we scold
are your thoughts fresh
or have they started to mold
the ever expanding universal smile
has been here for awhile
but this is all word play
patterns within the world play
pattern harmony is the key
in unlocking the layered gate
enter land infinity
RE: Poetry - Raz - 05-27-2015
What if?
Such a beautiful question...
What a wondrous expression...
Ignites open curiosity...
Being intimate innocently with universal suggestion...
Expanding spontaneous creativity...
exploring past the boundaries of known mystery...
What if?
RE: Poetry - Sabou - 05-27-2015
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RE: Poetry - alchemikey - 05-27-2015
love is the lowest common denominator
dividing into everything in equal measure
it is the ocean containing all the waves
present in the pain...mundane...and pleasure
giving of its whole heart is its nature
asking for nothing in return...love shines
the presence of beingness seeking itself
seeing behind all eyes...reading between the lines
RE: Poetry - Raz - 05-28-2015
intimately embracing and embraced by what is
understanding this, is missed, with explanation
we reside in spacious spontaneous living sensation
uniting together
in prime meditation
thank you
you´r welcome
Peace
Love
N
Bubblegum
RE: Poetry - Minyatur - 05-30-2015
The ballade of timelessness
We are children of timelessness,
and bla blabla blabla blabla,
bla blabla
blabla blablabla
blaba blabla
blablabla
I want to be something in time
I want exist for others
blabla blablabla blablablablabla
LISTEN TO ME
BLABLABLA
OTHERS ARE IMPORTANT
BLABLABLA
I am something in time
it sucks
BLABLA BLABLABLABLABLABLABLA
f*** OTHERS
SCREW THEM
BLA BLABLA
KILL THEM
IT HURTS
WHY WON'T IT CEASE?
...
We are childrens of timelessness,
We are true to ourselves in the All ever blablabla
We wanted to be something
We wanted to be ALL things
We wanted to be nothing
bla blabla blabla blabla
We are children of timelessness and this never ends
RE: Poetry - alchemikey - 06-04-2015
Relationships built upon the bedrock of blessings and praise
Cultivated with honor and respect as we walk the beauty ways
Pilgrims on parallel paths open to plentiful possibility
Supporting each other's gifts as a sacred responsibility
Authentically reciprocating love with honesty and transparency
The power held in each moment is the epitome of relevancy
Just doing it like the slogan for Nike has emphasized for years
Skipping towards our wildest dreams instead of running from our fears
RE: Poetry - alchemikey - 06-04-2015
Come out of your shell
Come into your showing
Come out of your shell
Embody all that knowing
Come out of your shell
Come into your glowing
Come out of your shell
Life needs space for growing
There's no need for hiding
The world needs us shining
So much on earth is riding
Upon this silver lining
Get rid of all that armor
Tend your heart like a farmer
Weed out the pain you harbor
Start fresh like when leaving the barber