Poetry

A small collection of poetry.

Until

I see not until mind opened,

To the constellations of being interwoven,

The higher and lower reflect and resound,

The truth of unity in plurality crowned.

I hear not until silence cultivated,

In my breast and my heart and wherever is fated,

To the birth of myself and the highest songs,

For that is where my hearing belongs.

I speak not until I have understood,

That unless desire broken appetite would,

The world devour in year or hour,

In fire concupiscent or irascible power.

I am not until I have been,

Upon beauty under luminary beams,

And mortal being a spiral of sensation seen,

Revolved from Heaven and Earth’s orbit between.

And I in myself am mystery revealed,

Where otherwise would be light in darkness concealed,

Bear I must pain so that separation will yield,

To the love of a union in a field beyond a field.

A Dark Mirror

We are lost in a black ocean,

Under a vast starlit motion,

Drowning under endless waves,

Of suffering, we are broken slaves.

But if only understanding gave us vision clearer,

That we would understand darkness is a mirror,

Yearning is the aphotic night,

For the soul to inscribe upon it light.

The life of man is a revelation,

Of the beauty of creation.

The Living Heart

Feel the living heart within you,

Hear its whisper of truth,

Hold it there;

And let it echo in the chamber

And resonate in your soul.

That you may be none other

Than Truth.

Know Your Breath

Know your breath in your breath,

See the essence of life in death,

Know that it resolves duality in unity,

And know its gift as the air fills in drift,

And know its cost when of air you are lost,

Know one mystery; and then know the other,

Be reality; and become no other,

For in your mind the world is many,

But intertwined in you it is one.

A Gift of Hope

When in aphotic darkness imprisoned,

Do not in apathy take your final abode;

For an aperture of hope glistened,

And a luminescence in the mind showed

Those true in sincerity a path of wisdom,

That guides the broken to life’s meaning,

So they would labour for a peaceful kingdom,

Whose harmony would awaken the heart's feeling.

A Song of Light

I contemplated in repose under a golden tree,

And felt the soft whisper of leaves falling around me;

I witnessed the cycle of life breathing its breath,

And remembered its calling was the truth of death.

The leaves drooped in their lonely plight,

For the only witness to their life was light;

I raised my head to the highest sky,

And revealed in me was that light does not die.

It thrives in the world though men are heartless,

And hides in the unknown depths of cosmic darkness,

It illumines the spectacle of the world to be,

But few know that they are the light to see.

Luminescence envelopes all in her grace,

All is alive to behold the beauty of her face;

Lovers acquainted with life’s mystery,

Know that they are the purest love in reality.

For know that to taste life is not in speaking,

But in the joys and sorrows man is feeling;

We do not experience, but we are experience,

And light touches the mind in that percipience.

The light carries the memories of the leaf falling,

And remembers the ruin of kings in loves calling,

And remembers the rise of lovers to kings;

For light is the memory of the lover who sings.

Thus death should you not fear,

For light carries your hopes and dreams near;

Tears and laughs in eternity resound,

The memory of our lives in light is found.

So though I know that all things die,

I know that light will shine in the highest sky,

All the memories of our lives forgotten,

Will light remember to be begotten,

On the radiance of falling leaves,

Drifting slowly in lonely eves.

Enlightened Opening

The wise can climb the knowing ascent.

The pious upon the fall can repent.

The compassionate can give selflessly.

But only the enlightened may love unconditionally.

A Dream of Morning

The stars aligned,

And destinies intertwined,

That from this night of sorrow is born,

The perfected peace of glorious morn.

The Locus of Creation

If the Divine ocean was emptied in glorious flare,

Naught even a drop would the abundant spare,

If the vessels of the heavens and earth were filled,

Vast rivers of outpouring are from the magnanimous spilled,

From the streams of creation does the maker fashion,

Raptures of beauty filled with fiery passion,

The spheres of formation recite the heavenly name,

And from divine lure inexorable does orbit sustain.

A Question

Of the waning of light

is a question posed:

That the sun of life

after diminishing dies.

But the illusion of darkness

is formed from sight closed,

So now,

how about you open your eyes?

The Breath of Love

The heavens above,

And the stars below,

I was lost in the night,

Searching for the golden glow,

I could not see for I was blind,

And now I see but have no mind,

Show me your beauty for one last breath,

Before I die another death.

Simplicity

Take simplicity

Do not let ideas become lost

 in worldplay.

A felicity

That is understanding the truth

Of each day.

Awaken from your slumber

And each moment grows older

In time you are in loss

So do not sleep like withered moss.

Seek the One

Open your heart to silence,

And hear the voice within,

Echoing through the dark void of space,

Gliding through the gentle breeze.

The thunder answers,

The lightning flash,

Sing the worldless song,

And converse in speechless talk,

Seek the one,

Who knows what you do not say,

And listens.

To the silent breathe,

The subtle heartbeat,

That even you did not feel.

Open

Open,

Like the thousand petals,

From the small seed.

Shine,

Like the galaxies spinning,

In orbit inexorable.

Rise,

Like the mountains high,

From heaving earth below.

See the dust blow through your hand,

Like stars moving through galaxies,

And if you could see each particle,

You would see the planets from that cloud,

And if you could see each drop,

You would find an ocean within.

Fields of Hope

Providence, show me the way,

That despair, from far does turn away,

In blackest abyss that light does not reach,

Come hope, to flowery meadows do preach,

That smile that causes my heart to blossom,

The beauty, so I may lay my weary head upon her sweet bosom,

Come sunlit sky turned golden,

My sight upon such serenity does stay frozen,

And do not set, until your fair hand I may have held,

And witnessed spectrum of colour to warmth meld.

A Silent Prayer

My heart in discourse of discord sowed,

Bears confusion like the inner sanctum of the rose;

Silent union do I seek,

Within the one whose honour shrouds the meek;

Prayers unanswered, calls unheard,

Tears wept upon barren floor, but you unperturbed;

Yet in faithful humility does patience lie,

So in first breath of love may sorrow die.

Augury of a Star

She frowned,

But heavens mercy smiled in delight.

I suffered so I could feel joy,

I was separated so I could find union.

I held my dreams firm-

And let my body get swept away,

I strove so relentlessly for the unchanging,

That I allowed myself to change.

Life is a great dream,

And a great dream I dreamt,

As I fell into a deep slumber for so long,

That the yearning to awake another dream became.

And I held each dream high,

Like the stars in the sky,

That sing their light,

To boast their beauty in the quiet night.

But your silent singing outshone them all,

Shined brighter than the entire universe,

And your unconquerable beauty,

Encompassed them all.

I searched for a star in the quiet night,

Unaware that I was bathed in its holy light.

Forgive

Each moment your old self dies,

And you are born.

Become who you are,

Leave behind who you are not.

Forgive yourself,

For your old self has been forgiven.

You have become the forgiveness that you sought,

Why live in the past?

When the future is unfolding,

Beckoning you to step inside,

You are Becoming:

Don’t live in that lost world gone by.

Die Before You Die

In this world of mind,

I seek gold in this vast sea of dust,

I seek the elixir of transformation,

The fountain of youth,

So that I may not die-

Until I have died before I die,

So that my light will not wither,

But in a flash of blindness extinguish,

Age me not,

In this separation,

But allow me just one moment,

And death in young eternity.

What is Poetry?

What is poetry?

It is a dance of the soul,

A music of the heart;

It is a love,

That cannot be contained;

A yearning,

That beckons the stars to come closer,

Because their beauty cannot be held in the sky,

But within the mind that sees.

It is a sorrow,

That knows it cannot be known;

But hopes,

That maybe one day someone will find it,

And in this hopeless unknowing,

Compose poetry,

To say something that cannot be said.