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Re: Poetry: The language of the Divine

PostPosted: Mon Jan 19, 2015 7:11 am
by Star
I love the poem by Mary Frye...I wrote one in 1974 to my best friend who used to lovingly listen to my woes without judgement. It still applies to me now and then but I am able to withdraw myself from those bad dreams and get back to the moment.

Pity Party

I had a "Pity Party"
So glad you could attend
For it's the kind of party
Where you really need a friend

I "pitied" me for failing
I "pitied" me for sin
I "pitied" me for all I've lost
And for what I've never been
The purpose of this party
Is still not very clear
I only know how good it felt
To know that you were near

And if sometime you feel the need
To have a party too
Remember I am always here
To help you "pity" you

Re: Poetry: The language of the Divine

PostPosted: Tue Jan 20, 2015 1:01 am
by snowheight
catchy Star.

in sorrow we do recognize
the beauty of chimera
that which changes that which moves
is what tugs poignantly on the sleeve of forever

Re: Poetry: The language of the Divine

PostPosted: Tue Jan 20, 2015 1:04 am
by snowheight
she slips through your defenses
like smoke around the edges of a doorway
she calls to you as you lie hungover
like a dolorous noonday whistle on a sunny monday
she is the siren that you hear

Who is she?
don't try to name her
to name her is to blame her
to catch her is to die

Free of attachment to the surly earth
you both roam the perimeter
where we are all stoned
where the ignorance of our true nature
and the knowledge of good and evil
both point in the same direction

Re: Poetry: The language of the Divine

PostPosted: Tue Jan 20, 2015 7:36 am
by Star
Dear Snowheight

Loved the poems!

Great truths and insight...


Re: Poetry: The language of the Divine

PostPosted: Tue Jan 20, 2015 2:10 pm
by snowheight
Thanks for the kind words. :)

Re: Poetry: The language of the Divine

PostPosted: Fri Feb 27, 2015 7:29 pm
by randomguy

Boil Nicely Now

Look at the chickpea in the pot,
how it leaps up when it feels the fire.
While boiling, it continuously rises to the top
and cries, "Why are you setting this fire under me?
Did you buy me for this tumbling and torture?"
The housewife keeps hitting it with the ladle.
"No!" she says, "boil nicely now,
and don't leap away from the one who makes the fire.
It's not because you are hateful to me that I boil you,
but so that you might gain flavor,
and become nutritious and mingle with essential spirit.
This affliction is not because you are despised.
When you were green and fresh,
you were watered in the garden;
that water-drinking was for the sake of this fire.

-Mathnawi III, 4159-65

Re: Poetry: The language of the Divine

PostPosted: Wed Aug 05, 2015 8:42 pm
by Enlightened2B
Poem I wrote this morning for my blog:

Longing for Fire

All I Am held down inside
All I Am was hidden
The echoing fear of what I'd find
if all would be forgiven

Thoughts arising of what they'd think
If this child's shell would break
An explosive Love so on the brink
A Love to soothe all aches

My skin so crawling with desire
My outsides wearing thin
The appearance just a mere attire
of a Light that burns within

So pale and cold, I wandered through
So destitute of Love
When oh when would I break on through
to the truth I am Above?

I wandered through this plastic wasteland
a comfort zone of pride
A plethora of changing masks
to hide all that I was inside

This burning Love I long to show
to all I within my stride
Oh how oh how could they ever know?
if I'm hidden by my pride

I search and search to only fail
I'm bounded by my mind
This fire burns to no avail
oh Heaven where do I find?

Suddenly, the light appears
all appears so Bright
this Love I Am shines oh so clear
all held within this Light

The walls of fear come falling down
The walls that held me back
All the chains that kept me bound
That all expressed such Lack

This Burning flows so mightily
I Am here for all to see
All that's left is authenticity
I finally found the key

I want to shout it from the rooftops
I want to shout it in the streets
I AM the light shining oh so bright
From my head down to my feet

All of me, I share with you
This fire expressed within
to be all I AM all the way through
Love is where it all Begins.

Re: Poetry: The language of the Divine

PostPosted: Mon Apr 04, 2016 6:08 am
by snowheight
find no shelter as you look
have no fear by hook or crook
ain't no team to help you hear
for the mellow, shed no tear
in the silence you can glean
a vision that is oh so clean
a motion that flows on and on
after not you is long gone

let the roof get blown away
don't rest in that old cage today
all those lights that you were shown
blink out and now here all alone
with no fight, you can see
that here, you are, always free
a trick it was of otherwise
distractions of imagined ties

with no deceit a different song
with no resistance, it's all gone
the grasping that would turn around
a dance spun on a circles sound
move now with the greatest ease
blown high by the gentle breeze
spring is here, now is the time
embrace the world, it's oh so fine

Re: Poetry: The language of the Divine

PostPosted: Wed Jan 04, 2017 10:14 pm
by snowheight
a tap on your left shoulder
weaves right, and as you look
a half forgotten reason
falls from an open book

a melody with no name
carried by a breeze
to parts unknown and unexplored
that noone can believe

it's home without the roof and walls
out on the endless road
no signs, no maps, no limits
the trucks all free of load

perpetual deja vu it was
the word on tip of tongue
that all your friends were hanging on
back then when you were young

eternity it welcomes you
in a casual embrace
telling rumor of perfection
never out of place

so subtle quiet and demure
so ordinary, true
how could the open sky have been
other than just you?

Re: Poetry: The language of the Divine

PostPosted: Thu Jan 05, 2017 8:55 am
by Sighclone
how indeed? Great poem, snowy!


Re: Poetry: The language of the Divine

PostPosted: Wed May 03, 2017 7:09 am
by snowheight

sing without a parachute
on top out where the air is thin
nothing holds you to this place, all ties that bind have been erased

the glide it still goes up and down
it's just that now you hear no sound
other than the starlit call
that can't be stopped by any wall

dance without a safety belt
out here on the eternal ledge
no cracks in stone to trip your feet on this shiny diamond street

the steps they seem familiar, how?
didn't you just learn them, now?
each second life does recreate
each moment it does die to fate

be as though there is no cost
out here where you are always lost
no signs are found on lineless roads that no forever ever sold

the way, you know, was always clear
no tolls between your place and here
a pathless track did gently yield
out onto this boundless field

stand with strength that knows no bound
on this place that has no ground
there is no force that matters here no shaking doubt or leaden fear

home it now is every where
there are no strangers left to stare
there never was one pair of eyes
ever could true tell you lies

Re: Poetry: The language of the Divine

PostPosted: Thu May 04, 2017 3:13 am
by runstrails
So lovely, Snowy. Thanks for a great read. Hope you are well.