Ekphrasis to Rilke’s Turning Point (below)
letting all the deep
rivers of the world – rush in /
cracking open the quartz prism
of your being – you surrendered
– you no longer had a choice Read More
Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou can’st not leave
Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare;
Bold lover, never never can’st thou kiss,
Though winning near the goal – yet do not grieve;
She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss,
Forever wilt thou love, and she be fair!
Keats – Ode on a Grecian Urn
WINTER: In the darkness, gestation.
Until the Phoenix rises, once more, exultant, free
to love and love again, soaring across
the ancient white peaks, the dazzling, clear blue
skies… Read More
Searching heavens deep, she is sailing
mid silent stars, scintillating, the moon
Bold round gate, to silver garden framing
ferny path to heaven, calling, the moon
Sublunary torment – fruit of desiring
sweet, gravitas – gratifying, the moon Read More
Half moon waxing or is she waning did I lose my sight
heaving moon half dark half heavy moon light
pulling at this floundering soul one long or lonely night
and somewhere peers an owl west or east at the speckled sky
sitting naked up-on the roof lanky cat and I
as from the north blows in a wind Read More
No one can be certain the body is not a plant created by the earth to give a name to its desires – Lucien Becker
The quietly hysterical, delusional and righteous conceit of man knows no bounds…
In this instance, from the perspective of progressive sex positive culture rising out of the tight-ass Victorian views still prevalent in the scattered lands of the Christian puritan to this day!
So check this out! A numinous gem found in the library of the Maha Mantra Meditation Hall – a Hare Krishna temple in Penang, Malaysia where I stayed for a brief spell, ooh, way back in 1990. At that time, this was a marvellous place to meet wild, free spirited adventurers looking for free board and lodging on the ragged roads of the East – the only requirement being to get up before dawn and chant Hare Hare for a bit – but the curry was good!
by Percy Bysshe Shelley
The fountains mingle with the river
And the rivers with the ocean,
The winds of heaven mix for ever
With a sweet emotion;
Nothing in the world is single,
All things by a law divine
In one another’s being mingle–
Why not I with thine? Read More
Rabindranath Tagore, timeless poetic meanderings after my own restless heart (forsooth)
“Where roads are made I lose my way.
In the wide water, in the blue sky there is no line of a track.
The pathway is hidden by the birds’ wings, by the star-fires, by the flowers of the wayfaring seasons.
And I ask my heart if its blood carries the wisdom of the unseen way…